The ache that she feels in her heart at the loss of her lover is something that she would not wish upon her own enemy. It has her feeling down and depressed, as if nothing else in this world mattered. She had given her entire life to Metaphor and he had shown her that it was possible to be a warrior and also a lover. He had taught her so many things. Even know, he would tell her to smile, to think of the child that kicked within her womb. He would tell her not to cry over him, instead to prepare for their child’s birth. Katniss still had not told anyone of the secret she carried within her womb, though she suspected some might know. It was intimate and special to her, something she wasn’t yet ready to share with the world.
And yet, despite all of this, she knew that Metaphor would be looking down at her from the stars, telling her to welcome this new Medic and teach her to be great. He would have wanted her to be welcomed with open arms, wrapped tightly with the kindness and generosity that he knew Katniss and Denocte were capable of. And so it was with this knowledge that Katniss trudged forward, ensuring that she at least tried to be welcoming to the newcomer, even if being amongst others only dampened her mood.
She looks to August as he offers to lead her to the medic’s quarters. She nods her head, knowing that she would need to know where they kept the ingredients for potions and salves. Although her small hut still housed several, it would be important for Camillia to learn where things were kept. Perhaps Camillia would rise quickly and find her place amongst the other medics. Perhaps she would be a great one. Perhaps she would make Isra proud.
Deep, red eyes stared down at Camillia, matching her black eyes. But despite being red and full of color, they almost seemed void of anything. They were lifeless and full of pain. And yet, Katniss did not show the other two just how much pain she felt within her heart. August might now of the death of one of Denocte’s medics…but he might not realize just how much that medic meant to her. Perhaps he assumed, as some did. After all, Metaphor and Katniss had lived together since arriving in Denocte. No doubt the rumor mills had been buzzing.
It was Camilla’s question that caused her gaze to shift from August back to her. “Perhaps I could answer some of your questions until we find you a proper mentor.” She had learned quite a bit about the medic life, having been living with Metaphor for some time. She had been taught some of their teachings, how to make some of their salves and potions. She was by no means perfect, but she was learning.
The idea of giving the mare a proper tour was a good idea, something that she would give thanks to August at a later time. She remembered when she had been new to Denocte. It meant a lot to just have one person to help show the ropes. While she was not in the best state of mind for such a tour, she supposed she could stick around. At the mare’s question, she nodded her head softly. “I should like to join you. I am on patrol as it is.” Despite the loss she felt, she still had a duty to Denocte. She still had to protect all those that called this place home. Perhaps getting out and touring would give her a reason to get out and patrol as she was supposed to.
Falling into step with the other two, she looks to the newcomer, her eyes soft and yet void of emotion. “Where do you come from, Camillia?” Everyone has a story and perhaps her story will be interesting. And even if it isn’t, it would certainly get her mind onto something other than the ache that her heart felt.
@Camillia @August
