"I haven't tried eating them. They seem like they have too little meat to bother." That, and some stubborn part of her still recoiled at eating bats. She'd had to kill enough of other creatures as it was.
Letting his arm go freely, Rose instead stepped aside and took to wiping her needles clean against her sleeves. It worked a little less well each time, but the marks at least made warning to tributes who spotted her and bought her a little extra safety. Not yet had she been given need to turn them on a person, and she hoped it would stay that way.
She didn't worry as he moved around. Blind or not, he likely could have killed her by now if he'd intended to, either by throwing her to those same bats or goring her in the back with his horns as they fled. As neither had happened, and with the promise of a prediction still to be told, what worry she might have had easily melted out.
Still, the noise did draw her attention.
"More bones?" It was a bit hard to see in the dark; most of the illumination came from the flame above his head. She lacked one herself, her powers being of the inconstant variety, and setting her wands to glowing wouldn't have been worth another influx of vermin.
But what was that beside him? He looked like he had a number of horns, but had she miscounted at her earlier glance? No... They lay behind, and as she approached she saw more clearly: "Your skull. There's a skull behind you. Your horns--"
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Letting his arm go freely, Rose instead stepped aside and took to wiping her needles clean against her sleeves. It worked a little less well each time, but the marks at least made warning to tributes who spotted her and bought her a little extra safety. Not yet had she been given need to turn them on a person, and she hoped it would stay that way.
She didn't worry as he moved around. Blind or not, he likely could have killed her by now if he'd intended to, either by throwing her to those same bats or goring her in the back with his horns as they fled. As neither had happened, and with the promise of a prediction still to be told, what worry she might have had easily melted out.
Still, the noise did draw her attention.
"More bones?" It was a bit hard to see in the dark; most of the illumination came from the flame above his head. She lacked one herself, her powers being of the inconstant variety, and setting her wands to glowing wouldn't have been worth another influx of vermin.
But what was that beside him? He looked like he had a number of horns, but had she miscounted at her earlier glance? No... They lay behind, and as she approached she saw more clearly: "Your skull. There's a skull behind you. Your horns--"