peace out girl scout ◯ kiya + dahlia ◯ knots & traps
I remember that I found a bear trap in the forest near my home once. When I was running, I stumbled on the chain, which led me to it. It had a Capitol logo on it. Sometimes, the bears will attack the lumberjacks in the forest if they feel threatened. Papa, when he worked for the conservation department, never used traps to deal with the animals. Instead, he tranquilized and relocated them. I don’t think that it’s very fair to injure an animal when it hasn’t done anything, although I can’t expect the Capitol to do what is fair when they haven’t ever lived with the land like I have.
I don’t imagine that it would be enjoyable to get caught in a trap. I wouldn’t like to lose my freedom. Approaching the traps station, I begin to look around at the supplies. I’ve never set a trap, neither has Papa. I’m not really sure how to go about doing so.
I reach for a spool of silvery wire, winding it around my arm as I look around for any instructions or for a trainer. Noticing a very small girl, I look to her shoulder to see which district she is from, though I see the Capitol seal instead. “I’m Kiya,” I introduce myself as I unwind the wire, taking a tuft of my hair and beginning to braid it. Papa says that it’s a bad habit-it makes people think that I am not interested in what they have to offer. But he just doesn’t understand sometimes, that my spirit is not as tied down as his is. “You’re very young to be a trainer. How old are you?” I ask. I don’t mind her age, that does not really matter at all to me.
