A Garden of Fleurs {Azaleah} {Blitz}

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Sana had always loved her siblings. She rarely argued with any of them, apart for maybe Haz, so she enjoyed spending time with them as much as possible. The girl as a low-scale career, so she did enjoy training, but she much preferred to be at home, instead. That day, she'd decided that she'd try to combine the aspects of being with her family with her love for training for the Games (although she didn't really want to be in the Games, and more or less trained so that she'd be ready if all turned out worst). Her youngest sister, Moka, was around at the moment, so Sana decide to ask her to join her in her training for the day.

"Hey, Moka," Sana asked Moka." "I was wondering if you'd be up to training with me today. I mean, I always go alone, so it'd be nice to have someone like you with me. What do you say?" The older girl was hoping that her younger sister would join her. Maybe then they'd find something they really, really connected on more than before, if Moka happened to enjoy it.

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MOKA FLEUR

Winter's kiss was fading, the spring is coming. Slowly, but it's definitely coming. I've noticed buttercups growing by the foundations of our house, and it's the first sign of spring. For me, at least, solely because it is always what I notice first. Simple things, pretty things—they mean a lot to me.

"Hey Moka," my sister calls out. "I was wondering if you'd be up to training with me today. I mean, I always go alone, so it'd be nice to have someone like you with me. What do you say?" I consider the consequences of each choice. Winter's kiss was fading, meaning that it is only a matter of time before I find myself stuck between the other girls, the better girls, the career girls my age. It takes only a glance between them and I to determine that I am the rose between two thorns.

But thorns are what the Hunger Games like; thorns stay alive.

"I say: yes." I realise I've given my answer before weighing up the consequences of saying no. It doesn't matter; I can always sit at the side and inhale air thick with sweat and grit if training doesn't happen to be my cup of tea. "It might be fun." I tell her.

Fun. Using the word in such brutal circumstances makes my bones feel as if they are glass.

I guess going to the training centre would make me find out if they are.

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"I say: yes," Moka said to Sana in response rather quickly. This brought a smile to the older girl's face. Sana was extremely glad to have someone that she cared about who was willing to train with her. It wasn't often that that happened. She pushed her brown hair out of her face and gleefully spoke to her sister again.

"Awesome!" Sana exclaimed. She quickly got her shoes on, excited to be headed out. Slipping on her coat, she looked to her sister. "I'm ready to head out to the training center when you are."

As Sana waited for her sister to get ready to go, her mind wandered a bit. No, she didn't want to be in the Games, but for some reason, she really enjoyed the whole 'training' part of being a Career. Also, by being someone who liked to train, the other 'Careers' thought highly of her. Was that why Moka had agreed to go with her? To be more popular among the careers?

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MOKA FLEUR

"Awesome!" Sana says, quickly rushing to the doorstep to slip on her shoes and head outside. Her arms find their way into the arms of her coat and I follow suit, putting on my outerwear to protect myself from the cold's bite. "I'm ready to head out to the training center when you are." 

A quick tie of my laces, I tighten my ponytail and we are ready to go.

"Let's roll," I tell her, heading outside into the busy streets of One. There are people all around heading to the training center, young and old, boys and girls; careers come in all shapes and sizes but no matter what, they are always strong. Part of me thinks that is what training does to them, it hardens them up, makes them like stone statues that cannot be weathered by any storm, but another part thinks that you are bred for that kind of greatness.

A glance shot as Sana and back to my own self --- part of me thinks that we weren't bred for that kind of greatness.

The two of us walk together, world slowly passing us by. The sun begins to burn through the hollow grey clouds above, creating a bright vast sky that extends for miles and miles. I smile; warmth is coming to blow away winter's kiss. I turn to Moka, the two of us walking side by side, stride by stride.

"What is it like, Moka? Do you get scared, is it fun, what is it like? I want to be prepared." I might see the best, but with the best comes the worst.

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Her younger sister didn't seem as enthused as Sana herself, but that was okay. Moka was younger, so Sana couldn't expect too much, she supposed. Regardless, she was glad that she finally had someone to go along with her, and even better was that it was someone from her family. That made her feel good. She didn't feel as alone this time.

"Let's roll," Moka said. They headed out to the streets together, and made their way to the training center. Sana was usually a very cheery person, and Moka was definitely helping her with that today. When the two girls arrived at the center, Sana was thoroughly excited. She asked herself where they should start, but then realized that she should be asking Moka instead. She was like a guest today, and guests should always be allowed to choose things should they so desire. That was just common courtesy.

"Where would you like to start?" asked Sana, turning to her younger sister that was with her.

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