hiraeth // d12 train
Oct 1, 2017 3:57:32 GMT -5
Post by Lyn𝛿is on Oct 1, 2017 3:57:32 GMT -5
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I watch the sun set as District Twelve becomes a blur of orange and gold in the distance. Fiery red clouds hang in the sky, and I'm reminded of cinnamon and spice, of rhubarb and sweet potato and home-cooked dinners.
Every year, Reaping night dinner is a special affair for us. As Peacekeepers in the square were setting up the stage, Mother and I were in the kitchen kneading together flour and eggs and buttermilk for a stack cake. It takes two days for the applesauce and syrup to soak into the layers of cake and create the rich, gooey slices, so it's a dessert that must be prepared early.
It's a dessert that must be prepared with incredible optimism.
As if in response to my thoughts, my stomach growls, reminding me that I haven't eaten since before the reaping. I can't feel my hunger past the restlessness of my heartbeat, but it is late and it is suppertime - no need to starve myself before I even enter the arena.
Taking a deep breath, I enter the dining car, spotting my district partner there, but none of our so-called mentors. In front of us stands a vast array of food, bright green vegetables, a thick, unknown soup, colorful fruits and, displayed against the walls, enough jars of candy and chocolate to fill an entire shop in District Twelve.
Were I a child, I would have shot to the table and stuffed in my mouth every color of the rainbow.
But now?
"Man, this just makes me miss a good ol' beans-n'-cornbread."
OOC: heather - d2 [mylee]
mila breukelen
I watch the sun set as District Twelve becomes a blur of orange and gold in the distance. Fiery red clouds hang in the sky, and I'm reminded of cinnamon and spice, of rhubarb and sweet potato and home-cooked dinners.
Every year, Reaping night dinner is a special affair for us. As Peacekeepers in the square were setting up the stage, Mother and I were in the kitchen kneading together flour and eggs and buttermilk for a stack cake. It takes two days for the applesauce and syrup to soak into the layers of cake and create the rich, gooey slices, so it's a dessert that must be prepared early.
It's a dessert that must be prepared with incredible optimism.
As if in response to my thoughts, my stomach growls, reminding me that I haven't eaten since before the reaping. I can't feel my hunger past the restlessness of my heartbeat, but it is late and it is suppertime - no need to starve myself before I even enter the arena.
Taking a deep breath, I enter the dining car, spotting my district partner there, but none of our so-called mentors. In front of us stands a vast array of food, bright green vegetables, a thick, unknown soup, colorful fruits and, displayed against the walls, enough jars of candy and chocolate to fill an entire shop in District Twelve.
Were I a child, I would have shot to the table and stuffed in my mouth every color of the rainbow.
But now?
"Man, this just makes me miss a good ol' beans-n'-cornbread."
OOC: heather - d2 [mylee]
