Lacey doesn't like displaying anything that might be construed as weakness in public. Part of it is just her upbringing, and part of it is that she's had to pretend to be confident even when she doesn't feel it for over a decade. A little fever is nothing to be so concerned over. Really, it's not.
She glances up at the sky when he mentions rain; she'd noticed that before, the gray clouds starting to swell with impending storm, but hadn't thought much of it at the time. He's probably right — they've had enough rain already to last them weeks — but at the same time, overheated as she is, she almost feels as if a little rain might be nice.
"I can't say I've paid them much attention," she says, sounding casual, though really the mention of spirits alarms her a bit. Is that what she's been hearing and been seeing out of the corner of her eye? To say Lacey is unfamiliar with the paranormal or magical is an understatement. Even things that seem magical in her world are typically just Capitol technology. Spirits and magic and mages and this shard of whatever it is in her hand... none of that really makes much sense to her yet.
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She glances up at the sky when he mentions rain; she'd noticed that before, the gray clouds starting to swell with impending storm, but hadn't thought much of it at the time. He's probably right — they've had enough rain already to last them weeks — but at the same time, overheated as she is, she almost feels as if a little rain might be nice.
"I can't say I've paid them much attention," she says, sounding casual, though really the mention of spirits alarms her a bit. Is that what she's been hearing and been seeing out of the corner of her eye? To say Lacey is unfamiliar with the paranormal or magical is an understatement. Even things that seem magical in her world are typically just Capitol technology. Spirits and magic and mages and this shard of whatever it is in her hand... none of that really makes much sense to her yet.
"Lacey. Lacey Harwood. What's yours?"