Grace was something that Emmaline had been blessed with since she was a little girl, she’d been in ballet since she could walk, and as she made her way across the camp, balancing multiple bottles of water in her arms she figured that grade would come in handy, but sadly it wasn’t. She was bringing them to everyone who was training in the arena, wanting to make sure they were all staying hydrated and taking care of themselves. She was about half way to where she was setting up her little table full of water bottles when she felt a few starting to slip from her hold, turning and watching as they rolled away in the sand, and each step she took caused more to fall from her hold, the tall girl letting out a little frustrated groan, “Gods damn it,” She laughed to herself, deciding to set the ones she managed to keep a hold of on her fold out table, before going back to collect the rest, smiling some when she noticed a hand picking up a stray bottle she’d been reaching for, “Hey thanks, I think I got ahead of myself trying to carry a dozen at a time.”
