ink. 11. cbd3

My family, we got ties to this land. Not like the Izars - although, similarly, I guess. Great Aunt Lila got an offer to transfer once, best jewellery maker this side of Panem - they wanted her in One. But she said no. Each and every one of us was born on Eleven soil, even before the Dark Days. During the Dark Days, even. In all that terror and death and war, there we were in no man's land providing the next generation. You'd think I'd feel tied down, caged, but actually I quite like the warm familiarity of home. The same trees, the same long grass, the same routes rubbed into the hills and dirt from thousands of steps taken to town and back. I feel us all here, in this earth. My history. My story. And that's why we can't, won't, and will never leave. Why I won't ever leave.

Unless the reaping takes me by force.