Foxglove | Foxglove's Nonexistent Plan | Light | Skydancer
Foxglove finally reached the very edge of the Arena, after seemingly endless hours of walking through daylight. She cautiously reached forward, and then jerked back with a hiss as her hand came away singed. So there is a forcefield? she wondered as she warily paced back and forth. Sighing, she backed into the shadowy cover of trees; when it was darker, she would return to examine the barricade. Now, dancing around in daylight would no doubt make her a vulnerable target.
So they think I'm dead, she mused. Foxglove didn't like the prospect of everyone believing she had been killed so fast, but revealing herself would certainly get her zapped into smithereens by the Capitol. It was a miracle that no one in the Capitol had discovered her survival. They haven't thought of everything, Foxglove thought viciously, snapping her teeth at a sundew creeping down from a mossy branch. For instance, me.
One thing was certain, however. Foxglove would have to be very cautious moving forward. She didn't want any of the tributes to catch wind of her continued existence. It occurred to her that she wasn't very popular among the tributes. Too annoying, am I? She smirked at the thought; it was just as well. They would never have to see her face again.
@3idolon Ahhh, if you're too tired, you should be getting rest, not doing this :o
but I did in fact sleep face down on my keyboard for four hours instead of doing this so I think I took your advice 
