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since it's almost time for dinner, we decide to not wait for fausta and go for ourselves to the dining room. we don't have anything better to do, anyway ; and just waiting is out of the question.
blight and phox are already there, and invite us to sit along them. then, fausta arrives and she lectures us for not waiting for her. she had the time to change all her outfit, her wig and even her makeup ; the reddish and dark shades left place to candy pink and a green especially sharp.
the first dish is finally served ; a soup more tasty and thicker than anything i've ever eaten in my life. then meat with gratinated potatoes, salad, cheese, a vanilla cake and even large bowl of diverse fruits. never we had this much food on our table, and even if fausta tells us to behave ourselves to not be sick, willow and i couldn't resist the temptation to stuff ourselves.
no one really talk, or maybe i am too busy eating to care about the conversation.
only when everyone have finish their plate, blight take us in the living room, in front of a huge television. it's time to look at a resume of the reaping all over the country, and mostly to have a first look at all the tributes - our opponents.
i would prefer not, but if i want to protect willow from them, i need to made myself a clear idea about the other kids. all the twelve ceremonies are supposed to happen within the day so that anyone can follow the whole reaping, but only the people living in the capitol can and want to do that. in the districts, we are satisfied with the simple resume broadcasted on the evening.
not a lot of tributes are remarkable ; i remember mostly the careers, who will be the real danger in the arena. the girl from the one, a small brunette with a black look and her partner, the oldest boy from this year. the boy from the two, the only one else to have volunteer. i remember his name, ares, because of his colossal physique, his big delighted smile and the huge scar on the right half of his face. the boy from the four, a fourteen years old kid with blue-green shining eyes - according to caesar flickerman, the master of ceremonies, their color is similar to that of the ocean.
i have to relive our own reaping when it's time for district seven. the call for willow who appears on the screen even weaker and frailer than she really is. the call for the boy - it was koll mack, a twelve years old boy in willow's class. then, my deep voice, the camera who points easily on me because of my height. the commentators, shocked to witness a volunteer in a peripheral district, are hysterical, and it's even worse when willow jumps into my arms. i'm relieved to see me, imperturbable and proud, and i can breath again when we disappear from the screen.
