steady hands [svet/ivy]

[ryan]

﹙   s v e t l a n a   f o r r e r s t e r   ﹚

she had a basic understanding of first aid thanks to her father. living on the earth had its challenges, and that did include suffering gashes and bruises from extraneous variables such as wildlife and plant life combined. her father made it a point to make sure that svet knew how to at least sew up a wound just in case one of them, or even worse, herself had gotten mauled by an animal.

plus, if she knew how to dissect an animal, then she also should have known how to put it back together. well, sort of.

from time to time, the forresters had to make an offering to their higher beings. it appeased them, and usually, her family had offered up some sort of animal that they had hunted. they then desecrated and harvested what they could and stuffed the animal with things that they thought needed blessings in their lives. it was not a pretty thing to do, but the feeling of burning everything at the end of it during a full moon? that was svetlana's favorite part.

but walking into the first aid station, svet had been a little apprehensive. her mother had told her that she needed to have a soft touch when it came to sewing up wounds. svet wasnt the best at that, in fact, she was usually in a rush because she wanted to get back out there. it was sort of common for her to open up a wound that she had just patched up hours before. her mother aways scolded her for not being more careful. svet always apologized, but never listened long enough to avoid it happening again and again.

maybe training at this station would help her hone that skill.

as she was walking around though, she was spectating other tributes as they worked on their own dummies. it wasnt the real thing, but svet had a feeling that the capitol didnt want the tributes attacking each other before the games. if only they saw the fight between svet and dyno, they would have been so disappointed in themselves.

svet stopped at one of the stations, admiring the work from the girl from twelve from a far before realizing that she was working faster than everyone else that had been working to stitch up a wound. svet watched her hands weave through the wound with little resistance, like she had been doing this forever.

maybe she had been.

"i dont think ive ever seen someones hands move that quick before." svet could give credit where it was due. she was not a monster after all. a queen needed to make sure that her subjects knew they were at least appreciated. "they show you that in twelve?" she asked earnestly. she knew that probably wasnt the right way to go about it, but being cordial in a situation like this was a luxury none of them could actually afford.

it was worth its weight in gold and no one had a wheel barrel to cash that check.