Edibles or not ; Amberly/Angel
Feb 13, 2020 18:06:31 GMT -5
Post by * on Feb 13, 2020 18:06:31 GMT -5
Finding the calling of the weapon was pure. It fit like a glove in some form of a relationship. The games would be the shredding factor to tear us apart from each other. Self doubt isn't even a founding father. It suited my personality and I wanted to know what Avonlea would think. I vaguely remember watching clips of her games but back then the only weapon given was a sword and that's what she worked with. She fought valiantly and fiercely and I wished she had lived. I would give anything to know she survived, but I am still her blood. Her blood runs through my veins.
Her picture is safe in my staying room, under the pillow. I already threatened the avox's that station our floor if they dare touch it then they'll be finding an arrow in their back before sun up. It seemed to work as they don't touch my room hardly at all except to make the bed and vacuum when needed. It's almost too pristine here in the capital, too sanitary.
"The stylists would LOVE all the lower districts habits." I think to my own house and the lack of housekeeping due to the four youths that inhabit it.
I draw my attention away when the trainer in front of me snaps his fingers. "Listen up, would you. This is your life that you're throwing away." With owl like eyes, I shake my head.
"Yeah - I know. I'm paying you big bucks to talk, so keep going." Watching him describe the certain plants and showing me the leaves of the poisonous ones makes it hard to concentrate. There are a two others at this station as well, so I turn to the one beside me.
"He thinks we'll remember once we are out there. Personally, I think they should just quit talking."