Trust (No) One (Red)

Magi had been drawn to the station with plants and flowers. He could linger here in the quiet space and its serenity. Enough for him to truly get his head away from all that he needed to do. Something about it felt less real than holding a sword in his hand and having to threaten another tribute. He’d take his chances identify what roots he could eat to fill his stomach and what berries were poisonous instead.

He had kept to himself for most of the training if only because it felt safer that way. Why would he want to give anyone else a reason to hate him? And from his distinct lack of fighting skill along with the thrilling nature of watching paint dry, no one truly needed him as their plus one. Still, when he looked at all the groups that seemed to be forming, he couldn’t help but be a little jealous. It would be far lonelier fighting to his death with no one at his side.

He stayed with his head down, looking over a series of leaves that could have been poison oak or something else. He wondered if it would even matter if they wound up in some sort of frozen arena. A shadow cast over his shoulder and he stayed looking at the leaves in front of him before turning, slowly, with a smile.

“Hello.” He didn’t offer much to the figure, but at least something kind.