A Moment in the Woods [aries] -closed-
Apr 2, 2012 22:59:26 GMT -5
Post by pthalorarity on Apr 2, 2012 22:59:26 GMT -5
if life were made of moments,
even now and then a bad one
but if life were only moments,
then you'd never know you had one
even now and then a bad one
but if life were only moments,
then you'd never know you had one
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It was quiet in this part of the woods now. Most of the lumberjacks had gone home for the day, so it was easy for Val Geyrian to slip through unnoticed. This area held many dangers, but in the loss of his sister in this very area had taken too strong a hold on his curiosity not to lead him here time and time again. It was one of the few ways he felt he could feel connected with her once more.
He sat atop the large stump of a recently chopped down oak. He held his knees close to his chest and wrapped them tightly beneath his favored crimson cloak. The material was soft and luxurious, probably the most expensive item he owned. It had been his last gift from his late grandmother who so often surprised him with articles of red clothing, as it was his favorite color. He was always sure to at least have some article of clothing with the color on. Val felt this was his signature, the only thing to make him stand out in any way in this District where everyone looked the same. Of course, this wasn’t exactly a luxury many could afford in Seven, but coming from the merchant class of the District did have it’s perks.
Val took in a deep breath of the crisp fall air. It was getting late in the season and winter would be upon them soon. The victor of the Sixtieth Annual Hunger Games would be riding through on the Victory Tour in just a few short weeks. This information wasn’t particularly pertinent to Val however… or anyone in District Seven except perhaps the families of last year’s tributes. However, the Victory Tour did mean one thing. Half a year had passed since last year’s Games… and now there would be only a few short months until Reaping Day would be upon them again. The thought sent chills down Val’s spine.
It wasn’t like the odds were particularly high for him to be reaped. Another perk of the merchant class was the lack of need for tesserae. He and his younger sister were at least safe from the extra chances of so many of their peers. Then again, it only took one entry to be Reaped at all. It’s happened to twelve year olds before.
Val pushed those thoughts from his mind however. That was still several months away and there were more important things at hand. His father was clearly developing arthritis, and for their line of profession, that would be devastating if Val didn’t start taking more of the workload from him. Val didn’t want to become an artisan though… or did he? How am I supposed to know what I want at sixteen years old… Britta hadn’t know what she wanted either. She was gone now though, and his sister could no longer guide him as she always had. Now he was the one offering guidance to the youngest of the Geyrian children, but how can someone so lost provide anything but misdirection?
Sighing, Val wrapped himself tighter in the cloak. A gust of wind picked up scattering fallen leaves throughout the air in a beautiful dance of reds, oranges and yellows. On the tail of the wind however came another sound, a distinct crunching of leaves as a foot fell upon them. His ears perked as he realized he was not alone.