Step into the light [Aeson/Dymas]

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Dymas Nyx District 4 A depression of wood is carved slightly with the makeshift knife. It's weathered away rusted silver scrape away at the splinters of the wood. String lay beside my feet and as I fiddle with the two items, I think back to four where fishing lures and lines were a daily constant battle to create. The monotony of the days would wind together and my sighs would create a hectic moment of instability with my mood. However now, as I wrap the fine string around the edge of the whittled wood, shaped just so that it would catch in just the right spot, sends a bit of elation through my heart. A job well done and part one has been finished. This station meant to train the mind only aggravates me to some degree. A seemingly useless station but I can only imagine what Momma T would argue with me. "No station is too little or unimportant. You learn each and every one of them, do you hear me, young man?" I miss her voice, in all honesty. I can only imagine the heartbreak that she had to endure to tell mom that her only son was reaped and taken away and she didn't even think to come because she felt that I was safe on my last year. Only, work compelled to her and a victory dinner had been planned, I found out. Now, instead of a victory dinner, it was going to grow cold throughout the night until someone threw away the dish forgotten with the sound of her own son's voice. "Damn." I hiss as the splinter of wood enters my finger in a moment of lapsed judgement hindered by my own visions of what was left behind in my home district. My finger bleeds a droplet of red and I study the angle in which the splint had taken its path. With a shake of my head, I bring my finger to my lips, and bring my teeth to the jutted invader. Two tries later, I spit out the foreign body and continue on my way. Opposite me though, sits another boy with whom I've not even deemed worthy to talk with until the splinter took my concentration and his presence was finally revealed. I let my gaze saunter over to him and watch what he was working on. Learning how well he fiddles with the same station and to see what a creative person he might be. Would he be a fiery foe or a friendly face? "You'd think they would drop a hint about what the arena would be so that we knew whether we were working towards a degree in creative madness or going to streak across the cameras in the nude."