[She watches the knife return to its sheath. Watches Clove take a seat on the ground. She's no threat. Not today. Death would be too easy. A solution to the dramas that plague them. Not a punishment in any way.
The bow is completely loosened. The arrow put away. And quietly, oh so quietly, she takes a seat on the ground next to the other tribute. Arms wrap around her legs as she stares into the water. It's quiet today. Peaceful. There's a reason why she likes this lake so much. It's further away. Less people tend to come.
Her other self had thought much the same thing. Though she had truly liked the other people in Luceti, had been at home there, she liked her peaceful retreats. Hunting. Fishing in the water. Alone. Only surrounded by the nature she held so dear.]
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The bow is completely loosened. The arrow put away. And quietly, oh so quietly, she takes a seat on the ground next to the other tribute. Arms wrap around her legs as she stares into the water. It's quiet today. Peaceful. There's a reason why she likes this lake so much. It's further away. Less people tend to come.
Her other self had thought much the same thing. Though she had truly liked the other people in Luceti, had been at home there, she liked her peaceful retreats. Hunting. Fishing in the water. Alone. Only surrounded by the nature she held so dear.]