Katniss is thankful that the young stallion has offered to help her. She knows that she is a new face amongst the old and none of these individuals owe her anything. She is just happy that they are willing to allow her to help their rebuild process. She wonders what this place once was, if it had been grand and mighty. She briefly thinks of her time on Rift…the small little land that she had called her own. It had been a haven to all who asked for one and she can only hope to one day impress that idea upon another. But now is not the time to be making suggestions. Now it simply the time to rebuild.
Her eyes rest on the bay stallion and it almost appears as though she offers him a smile as he agrees to help her load the slings. “Thank you, kind sir.” She does not know him, has never seen him before. She doesn’t know he’s a king, that he’s from another court, or that he is having his own reflections. In this moment, they are just two individuals with a common goal: to rebuild.
As she is loading the second boulder into the sling, she can hear the question that escapes his lips. She pauses just as the boulder falls into place. Eyes look back to him and she offers him a soft shake of her head. “I was not…” She kneels down, slipping her head beneath the log and with great effort and strength, the draft mare lifts her body and subsequently, the slings full of boulders. “I have only just arrived, but it appears this place is in need of help.” She wishes she knew what had caused this great stone gate to fall, what tore down the markets and what caused the air to wreak of smoke. But she was not here for any of those events. So instead, she hopes to help restore this place to its former glory so she might get a glimpse into what sort of place this once was.
With great effort, she slowly turned to make her way back down the mountain to place these boulders in some other sort of location. Her eyes looks back to the bay stallion and she wonders if he was here. Perhaps he knew the answers she sought. “What happened to this place?” All she has seen is death and destructions. And yet, she knows there is more to this story than that. This place was once great, she can feel it.
@Asterion
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