District Thirteen, Panem, Saturday Evening (Fandom Time)

[glacial_witch]

Well, that had been an unmitigated disaster. All that training, all that work, all for nothing. She'd been subdued after dinner, save for a 'friendly discussion' with Gale where she'd politely explained he was acting like a controlling jackass and he needed to cut that shit right out--which he hadn't seemed to appreciate at all, even though she'd

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[not_a_parakeet]

Karla wasn't the only one currently looking for an empty room to hide away in, it seemed. Warren, still reeling a little from his failed test and feeling the claustrophobia ten times worse now than he'd felt since their arrival in Panem, had spent a bit of time wandering. He'd skipped out on dinner entirely, had actually passed his share of food on to somebody else in exchange for them doing his chores for the evening, and had wandered off to find some quiet place where he could close his eyes and not freak out.

He flew. He didn't take to this feeling of being caged so well, at all.

It actually took him a minute once he'd stepped into the room to realize that he wasn't alone.

"Oh... I..." Was he interrupting something? He wasn't so sure at the moment. The walls were closing in and now that his wings were back to their former glory (with maybe a bit more dust than usual and a few lingering pinfeathers,) he was aching all the more to get out and stretch them. "Sorry. Did you want to be alone?"

[glacial_witch]

If that had been Gale or Coin (or even Peeta), Karla's answer might have been different. But this was Warren; even more than just her boyfriend, he was a friendly face from Fandom. Someone who found this place just as strange and alien as she did, maybe even moreso.

So she looked up at him and shook her head, giving him a gentle smile as she did. "Not if you're offering company," she said, patting the ground next to her in invitation for him to sit. "Come here. You look like you could use more scritches."

This whole 'regrowing feathers' deal was like a molt but ten times worse she'd found.

[not_a_parakeet]

"I'd settle for a good stretch," Warren sighed, making his way into the room and taking a seat beside her. "Or a window. A window would be great, right now."

From there on the floor, at least, the room seemed a little bit bigger. That helped, some.

[glacial_witch]

Karla was pretty sure that they were too far down for a window to show anything but dirt, but she kept that unhelpful comment behind her teeth and just sank her fingers into his wings.

"You were scratching again, weren't you?" she asked, looking down at some of the more ragged feathers under her hands.