I love the fields [open]
Jan 4, 2009 14:26:40 GMT -5
Post by Suzannefann on Jan 4, 2009 14:26:40 GMT -5
One of Iris's most powerful memory was seeing the fields for the first time. She was quickly captivated, something beautiful in a world full of pain and ugliness. It was spring, so the flowers that were to be crops were in bloom. She remembered the sweet aroma surrounding her. Not only was it her most powerful memory, it was her best. Her favorite.
And she was in the fields again, harvesting. It was hot, as it usually was. Iris's sweat poured down her face like buckets of water. Little strands of red hair stuck to her wet face. She hummed happily as she harvested, hoping the mockingjays would hear and play it back in their beautiful caws.
She loved this time of day more than anything. She never had to worry about she, her father, and stepmother getting enough food. Or the Hunger Games. Especially not the Games. Here, the Games were but a silly rumor on a wonderful day. At least, to Iris.
She looked happily up at the sun, blinding for a moment, and down at the crops around her. This was her home. This was where she would always belong. It didn't matter if this food was for her, the Capitol, or President Snow himself. She loved the fields.
And she was in the fields again, harvesting. It was hot, as it usually was. Iris's sweat poured down her face like buckets of water. Little strands of red hair stuck to her wet face. She hummed happily as she harvested, hoping the mockingjays would hear and play it back in their beautiful caws.
She loved this time of day more than anything. She never had to worry about she, her father, and stepmother getting enough food. Or the Hunger Games. Especially not the Games. Here, the Games were but a silly rumor on a wonderful day. At least, to Iris.
She looked happily up at the sun, blinding for a moment, and down at the crops around her. This was her home. This was where she would always belong. It didn't matter if this food was for her, the Capitol, or President Snow himself. She loved the fields.
