She had arisen before the sun, much like she had done every morning. She always started off her day with an apple dipped in honey or peanut butter while washing it down with a glass of caffeinated drink they called coffee. While she had never drank such a drink before coming to Novus, it was quickly becoming a staple to her morning diet. Her long days required energy, energy that the coffee was able to provide her.
So after her breakfast and her soft goodbyes to Kibou, she and Finnick set off on patrol. It was uneventful, as it is most mornings, but Katniss doesn’t complain in the least bit. It’s nice to not have to worry about battles and bloodshed, about who would be the next to die. It allowed her patrols to go by so much quicker and it allowed her to spend more time with her soldiers.
It was nearing noon when she made it back to the barracks, happy to see that her soldiers were awake, fed, and training. Meandering through the blocks of soldiers, she watched them idly as they practiced where to inflict the most damage. Katniss had a citizen trained in anatomy of the horse to come and help teach them the weak spots. They were doing well and training seemed to be going better than expected.
But it was her name, called out on the wind, that caught her attention. It wasn’t a voice she could recall hearing before. Curious, she turned to see the brown and black mare coming towards her. She politely excused herself, leaving the XO in charge while she went to see what the mare wanted. She recalled her name being Luvena, but she hadn’t met the mare formally.
Stepping closer to the mare, she could see that she was several hands taller than her with a vastly different body type. Where Katniss was tall and muscled, Luvena was shorter and rather frail looking. But where Katniss had scars that told stories on every inch of her body, Luvena’s hide seemed flawless. “Yes?” Her voice was soft as she looked down at the mare, her eyes searching hers. “What can I do for you?” If she remembered the ramblings of her son correctly, this mare was a medic. Kibou had always longed to be a medic so even if he hadn’t met them all yet, he knew each and every medic by name. She seemed to fit the description he had given. What would a medic possibly want with a soldier?
@Luvena
