a taste of home [quentin/olete]

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The plants station is where I decide to spend a solid portion of the day. I'd always liked to study things about the Games, but I'd mostly focused on the actual techniques and such that tributes used, rather than the little yet still important technicalities like how to identify plants or how to make a fire. So, I decided that I should probably work those things into my training to become a bit more well-versed in those types of skills that might be useful in the arena.

As I successfully identify a safe berry (which a trainer confirmed I was correct about), I pop it into my mouth to see how it tastes. It's very juicy and sweet, and frankly, quite delicious.

"Damn," I say out loud but more to myself than anyone else, "Quella would love these."

Quella, one of my sisters, had always had quite the sweet tooth. She was a sweetie herself, so I supposed it made sense. Although I wished she could try one of these, I was just grateful that neither of my sisters were here with me. I couldn't imagine enjoying myself here if either of my sisters were here with me, knowing only one of us could make it home. At least being here by myself, I could fight and try to win, all the while enjoying myself too. I wanted to be here, after all. I was just lucky enough to get picked and not have to volunteer for it to happen. It was meant to be.

[tag: ines izar d11a 🖤 cait ]
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