luya feng | d11, cb

she's never an had inkling of who her parents were, or where she came from. she grew up in a small orphanage with peeling white paint on its wood and a porch that creaked so terribly when she walked upon it, she feared it might collapse beneath her feet.

the fact that she was unwanted has never bothered her. at least she tells herself that. luya can't be sad over parents she never knew. she tries not to dwell on what if's, spending most of her days making wood carvings with old tree bark and reading hand-me-down books. she's never been good at socializing with the other kids, never been cool. she tried to smoke a joint with them once, but she coughed so hard she thought she might lose a lung, so she never did it again.

the children, like the adults, work in the fields. luya is usually assigned to the orchards. she slacks off most of the time whenever her overseers aren't looking, and saves some of the fruits for herself. she's always been a good thief, and so small, frail, and unthreatening that people are less suspicious of her. luya steals from the markets sometimes if she's hungry enough, but she prefers the orchards. it feels less criminal to steal from the capitol's harvest than hard-working merchants.

still, she always looks out for herself first. herself is all she has ever had.