Katniss was still dragging from the weekend. She felt empty -- like she'd been back through the arena in the space of a few days. And no matter how hard she tried, she wasn't able to feel full, it seemed ( Read more... )

It wasn't unusual for Katniss to dream of the Games; it was nearly a nightly occurrence, in fact. So when she drifted off to sleep, curled up under her blanket, seeing the arena was practically familiar.

( They had picked a fork high in a tree and settled in just as the anthem began to play. There were no deaths that day. )

Tonight, Katniss was doing a little bit of organization. She'd been in the woods today, and collected more herbs, berries, and small plants as samples. She'd exercised a bit of the tension in her muscles by shooting a few ducks, roasting and skinning them before bundling up the remaining meat. It was currently hidden in her small pack, under her ( Read more... )