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Who| Glinda and open
What| Searching for a camp
Where| All over the place. Feel free to run into her anywhere in the arena
When| First week
Warnings| None so far
Notes | If Glinda falls into one of the crevices she gets her magic back, let me know if you want to do something with that!

She had been fortunate.

A bow and arrow on her back, food squirrelled away in her jacket along with water and a sleeping bag that admittedly let in the water a little but was far better than just sleeping rough.

But Glinda was getting cold. Not the kind of cold that merely made a witch shiver but one that froze her to her bones. A sponsor had sent her fire making equipment but she needed shelter so she could kindle it. So she searched, keeping her bow notched with an arrow and her sleeping bag wrapped around her as she searched for a cave that could house her.

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A cave, thank her Ozness.

Glinda was cold enough to disregard everything she had been told about in training about checking areas first to find if there were other tributes in it first. If there was somebody in there then at least they could huddle for warmth. After all, not everyone here could be bad. She certainly wasn't and she was here. Perhaps she could appeal to their humanity.

"H-Hello?" She called, teeth chattering as she entered the cave, bow held aloft in her hands for display that she wasn't intending on hurting anyone who might be in there. "I-I-I d-don't mean you h-harm." She could see her own breath.

So, maybe it could be a big old lie.

It wouldn't be the first tiny, harmless looking blond that had turned out to be the worst thing to happen to her. Ruby. Meg. And those were just the demonic ones.

But something about the slight woman standing there...De lowered her harpoon.

But didn't set it down just yet.

"Come in."

"T-Thank you." She eagerly entered, teeth chattering from the cold of the outside ice and snow. Glinda coughed slightly, the cold infiltrating her lungs and making her gasp slightly. She still hadn't gotten used to the cold.

She shrugged the quiver from her shoulders, holding them up to the other woman to show her. "T-These and my bow are all I have."

She lifted her harpoon, not in warning, but for full disclosure.

"Deanna. What's your name?"

The poor thing just looked pathetic. Not that she was probably looking much better.

"Glinda. Glinda Arduenna Upland." She answers, setting down the arrows. Glinda hadn't known what she was thinking when she ran for the Cornucopia, only that she needed something to defend herself this time.

Thank Goodness Ariadne had shown her how to use them.

"I would say it was plesicational to meet you but under these circumstances that seems frivillovna and ill intended."

De snickered.

"So are you a good witch? Or a bad witch?" Her voice tipped up to a falsetto at the end of each question. A little similar to this woman, actually.

Not that Oz was real. Of course.

She pulled her hood down and glasses off revealing blonde ringlets and bright blue eyes and a face that had crumpled into a frown.

"I am the Good Witch of the North and a powerful sorceress and I am bisbelieveful that I care for your calling me a bad witch." She primly replied, pressing her pale lips together.

Oh shit.

She was serious. And pissed.

Had De really just managed to piss of Glinda the Good Witch?

"Sorry, it's uhh...it's a line. From a movie." Not that she would know what movies were, either.

Her eyebrow arched but given that the woman was offering her shelter, Glinda thought it best not to insult her or scold her. She really wasn't in Oz anymore. That she had to introduce herself was preposterous.

"No appollofications needed. I am not as well known here as in Oz." She sniffed.

De arched a brow, before shaking her head in disbelief.

If she had been wobbling on whether this was hell or not, that cemented it pretty solidly as no.

"So, how has your lovely arena experience been?"

Glinda twisted her lips.

"I should like to call it many a thing but lovely would most certificationally not be it." She shook her head.

De, having not have the experience yet of dealing with the King of Literal translations, was at a loss for how to save face for a moment.

"Sorta the opposite, yeah."

Glinda nodded solemnly. "Never before has there been such fraughtity." She pushed her hair out of her face with a deep sigh. "It makes one so weary for home."

"Yeah, you can say that again..."

De might regret this, but no more or less than she's gonna regret anything else in this damn place.

"You eaten? I don't have much but...I think I've got a piece of jerky left."

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