You reap what you sow.
In the midst of chaos, Finnick looks at the girl, her midnight hair tha haunted his fantasies
"In this game of survival, you're the most unpredictable wildcard I've ever met sugar"
The girl smirked at him a twinkle lighting up...
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District 4 in many ways reminded her of ten.
Both districts aimed at food production. One fish and one livestock.
Stepping off the train, Illyana's keen eyes swept over the bustling docks and beach shacks that lined the shoreline. Fishermen hauled in their catches, their weathered faces etched with determination as they went about their work. The sound of seagulls echoed overhead, their cries mingling with the distant roar of the ocean waves.
Despite the outward appearance of activity and industry, Illyana couldn't shake the sense of unease that lingered just beneath the surface.
Illyana wandered through the narrow streets, her mind absorbing every detail with meticulous precision. Beach shacks lined the shoreline, their vibrant colors standing out against the backdrop of sand and surf. The air was filled with the tantalizing aroma of freshly cooked seafood.
Despite the picturesque surroundings, Illyana remained aloof, her guard never faltering as she observed the interactions of the district's residents. There was a sense of camaraderie among them, a shared bond forged by the harsh realities of life by the sea.
They had been walking for quite sometime now. Illyana's feet feeling somewhat numb from the heels, shifting her weight side to side to elevate some of the pressure. Finnick was talking to some locals, chatting away like they were longtime friends. He held both a eagerness and a cool command over the conversation. Illyana was standing next to Mags, who was more than happy to simply stand and enjoy the atmosphere.
Illyana set out to investigate herself. Turning down street after street. Eager to memorise her way around.
Eventually she came to a small stand. Fried breaded fish in skewers was being cooked, next to it another stall full of fresh fruit. The two men running the stalls chatted amicably with each other, their banter easy and familiar as they tended to their goods. Illyana watched them for a moment, noting the way their hands moved with practiced efficiency, their faces lined with the weariness of long days and hard work.
Just as she was about to move on, a small child ran up to her, her wide eyes filled with innocent curiosity. Illyana flinched, her instinctive wariness kicking in as she looked down at the girl, her gaze skeptical.
