#hestia 128

[moxiepitlocks]

“Are they doing okay?” Moxie asked, rushing back into the living room, two glasses of water in hand. She carefully placed one in front of Hestia as she sat down. The arena had launched and the Bloodbath was ongoing, Moxie had never been able to truly bring herself to view the Bloodbath – it was too grim for her sensibilities and she couldn’t justify watching it so she had excused herself, claiming she’d be right back, get them a drink. “I didn’t miss anything important?” She asked turning her attention toward Hestia rather than the screen.

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[moxiepitlocks]

Visiting Hestia was always something that brought joy to Moxie; the hustle and bustle of the household in Twelve had engrained endearment deep into her heart. Given how Hestia was much further along than she was, and how grueling she knew the train ride could be, Moxie was more than willing to go out there – she had gifts to give her and she loved how beautiful Twelve looked in November. Especially when it was before the Reaping – everyone seemed to be a little lighter, anticipating Hearth Day and forgetting about the Games for a moment. 

Carrying two small bags, one for her own belongings and one full of gifts for Hestia, wearing clothes that wouldn’t label her immediately as a Capitolite, Moxie made her way toward Hestia’s home, no longer needing to be picked up at the station. She gave a quick knock on the door and bounced on her toes a little, excited to see her friend. The door opened, her face brightened and she greeted, “I’ve missed you!”

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