Carpe Diem [Vasco/Rowan]
Nov 9, 2020 0:10:49 GMT -5
Post by marguerite harvard d2a (zori) on Nov 9, 2020 0:10:49 GMT -5
What had struck me most about Delroy Wickersham wasn’t how much he believed that he could manifest some sort of rebellion against the capitol. It was his anger at the failure of all of us to have done a thing to make his life, and the lives of so many others better. We agreed on that much, that across the cracked earth of eleven’s fields change came painfully slow. And he was right to accuse me of too narrow a vision, at first. I’d once thought that we could unify our district under one banner and that might’ve been enough to see real change, but – the system ran deep across districts and through our veins.
I kept turning back to the conversation that morning, when I’d set out along the gravel roads that led to the neighboring farms near the Wickershams. We’d gone back in forth in the justice building right before his parents had come to say their goodbyes. ‘You haven’t done enough to push back against them,’ he’d said of me, and the capitol. And I’d replied that he wasn’t wrong, but that there was still much work to be done. A revolution wasn’t born from one man, nor from a single moment. We needed days, even years to gather enough of the districts to send a message.
But today wasn’t about any of that, at least, not as I wandered along a dirt path up the drive of one of the old tin roofed farmhouses.
Delroy had a wish, as did Dean Ayena, that whatever the outcome of the eighty-sixth games, his seat at Iris Gate not go to waste. The scholarship that had been given to him would go unused for as long as he was in the games, and even if he’d returned, he’d been able to play for his place with the spoils of his win. Therefore, there was space for another who deserved to dream a little bigger.
It was perhaps one of the better things I’d managed to do in my first term, helping to found Iris Gate College, though I couldn’t take too much credit. Ayena had made the list of candidates for the school, organized the faculty, and sent the budget. I’d been the one to help clean out the mansion’s old rooms and fix up the cracks along the walls. I was better at healing the fraying edges than I was creating a vision of the place.
I pulled at the heavy brass ring on the door and gave a few quick knocks in succession.
“Hola… is Rowan home?” I leaned closer to the door and leaned my shoulder against it. “I come with some news for him about Iris Gate.”