Title: Inconstant
Summary: Because so much can be conveyed in a name. And in the end, it was the simplest things that mattered. Prim-centric. A collection of one-shots, in non-chronological order.
Notes: Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games.
Alstroemeria
aspiring; friendship and devotion
Primrose Everdeen loved to watch her mother heal.
She loved to watch her mother mend bones and close wounds with almost nothing but her hands, how she could fix anything with just the touch of her fingertips. She loved how, at the end of the day, the patient would be able to walk to the door, now perfectly healthy.
Sometimes this took a minute, other times, a day or more. But almost always, the patient would emerge fully healed and healthy, with a word of thanks and a smile to boot. Her mother would watch with a small, pleased smile, and jokingly say that she hopes the patient would never have to come back again.
Though her mother often discouraged it, she watched as many operations as she could. She found that it wasn't her mother's nimble fingers or determination that fascinated her, but simply, her ability to transform a sickly young man until a robust, enthusiastic teenager. Her ability to help others, to save lives.
When she was younger and asked how she did this, her mother gave her a smile and answered, "Magic. With a dose of patience."
She spent days pondering this answer. Magic! Like the fairies and sorceresses that her father often told stories of, who guided humans with their spells and blessings.
If her father and sister could hunt, then she and her mother could heal. Her family would be even now, with one parent and daughter killing, and the other half of the family saving.
And that was her first dream. To become just like her mother.
