She has never been to the markets when there were actually souls filled in it. For hours, it seems, she meanders. This life is so different from what she is used to knowing. For so long, material things like this has never meant anything to her…nor does it now. She doesn’t care about the venders selling clothing and satchels. She doesn’t care about the tarot readers or the those simply begging for handouts. These things don’t matter to Katniss. It’s surprise enough that she even has a set of armor that was tailor made for her.
It was rare to see the warrior wander, to see her meander without any real purpose. She was relatively new to Novus, new to the culture and all those who dwell within it. Perhaps she is simply studying, simply learning about those that she has been tasked to protect. Perhaps it takes her mind off what has really been eating at her soul. Perhaps, even, it is her way of simply avoiding thinking about the things she fears most in life: being rejected.
It is hard to come here as a queen and now nothing but a common whore. It was hard to find her role in this new place when all her heart wanted to do was lead. She needed to right her wrongs and being a simple warrior would not accomplish any of those things. But it was a step.
Something draws her to a halt alongside the fortune teller’s tent. She does not hear most of what has been said, but she does here the female tell the other to leave her tent but not this world. It was good advice to live by. So many times she had wanted to end her life. But then again, she had found peace trying to make up for her wrongs. “She is right, you know…come…let’s talk.” It has always been in her nature to help those that needed helping. When she had been scared and alone, there had been no one to talk to. Now she knows that she needs to be that person for someone else, even if she does not even know his name.
@Anzhelo
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