Metaphor’s death has hit her hard. Her heart feels as though it is beating, but it has been shredded and mangle beyond recognition. She feels as though she is simply drifting through life, letting her depression consume the best parts of her. While she is still conscious and well within her mind, her desire to do anything but pray has all but left her.
And yet, there is something still strange about the island that appeared not so long ago. It calls to her and almost sounds as if it calls out her name specifically. She follows the calling, hoping that she might discover something at the other end that will help to mend her heart and soul. Perhaps she will get a glimpse of her lover, a moment to tell him just how well his child is doing growing within her womb. Perhaps it is the gods calling her home, taking her away from this life she has begun to hate.
Regardless of the reason, Katniss finds herself following the voices, her path leading straight towards the island. She stays there on the beach, listening to the waves crash along the sand. She also prays. She prays for hope, for wisdom, for strength. But then, suddenly the world seems to stop. The waves no longer crash against the sand, the wind no longer howls. Animals have grown scarce and the sun appears as though it has no intention of setting. Eyes look around her, looking for anything that might make some sort of sense.
It is in this moment that Katniss feels the weight of being absolutely alone. She sinks into the sand, her body laying out flat as she surrenders herself to the magic, danger, and wonder of this island.
STAFF EDIT***
@Katnisshas rolled a 4! She has been awarded +200 signos.
