Female district 5
Sierra Sinclair
Partner: Alive


Field Mice and Suicides

Our world blue and wide
In the brightest of light
I whisper the sun goodbye
As we all fall from the sky

As we all fall from the sky
There is an end to our flight
That is where you find me
In the great arms of the sea

In the great arms of the sea
You and I become we
As we are swept away
In the never ending waves

In the never ending waves
There is no dawn or day
As we descent in the deep
Where the sun doesn't reach

Where the sun doesn't reach
Darkness finds souls to reap
So I hold you close to my side
Our world blue and wide

I lie there my heartbeat pounding in my ears and my lungs burning with each breath I take.
Trees had been flying past me as I ran through the forest for what seemed a lifetime, until my foot got caught under a fallen tree and I fell face first in the dirt.

I push myself up, my arms shaking, drained from their strength, and let my head hang between them as I spit out the dirt from my mouth.
I pull back and lean my body against the dead tree.

I could still feel Ashton's hand behind me, trying to grab me.
In reaction my body had exploded with adrenaline and it had been nothing but fear and footsteps until I had fallen on my face.

My body had gone a bit overboard with running, but my running skill had been a good thing because apart from Ashton looking like she could kill me with the snap of her fingers she also had also gotten a nine, a freaking nine as rating.
Compare that with me, all slender and tall rated with a seven, which was only because I knew how to make myself invisible with paint.

Yeah I know who I'd put my money on if it came to a fight between the two of us, I'd win the bet but would surely not be able to enjoy my winnings since I'd be six feet under sooner then I'd be able to realise.

I wipe the sand of my face and brush my shaggy black hair out of my face sighing.
Bringing my hand to the right side of my neck I realize that the pain from the burn has gone down.
It has healed too quickly to be natural but since I had seen stranger things in my short time in the capitol so I'm not really surprised.
All that is left is a thick scar, its a thick line that runs up, which crossed by a small horizontal line, before making a turn to the right.
I try to imagine how it looks for someone else.
Perhaps a bit like a seven.

It is a seven! I realise.

For a moment I feel proud that I figured is out, but why a number like that, it isn't my district number.
There is no connection to me and this number, what would the gamemakers mean by this.

I sigh knowing I won't be able to figure it out, at least not today so I just look up at trees , the forest isn't to thick here and I can see the sun up at its highest point.
Soon it will start making its descent, it would still take hours before sunset but still, I'm tired and if I want to be able to do anything tomorrow I should really get some rest.

I grab the flask and drink, letting the cool water run down my throat.
I enjoy the coolness and feel my body relaxing when a loud bang startles me.
I choke on the water coughing it out as it prickles in my lunges and drips out of my nose which I wipe with on the sleeve of my grey jacket.
I quickly grab the backpack and flask I had retrieved from the cornucopia and am about to jump up and find out if I can still run when I realise it.

Its the cannon Sierra, someone died.

I relax again, well relax, I relax for as far is possible for a tribute who just realised that the killing has started.

I wonder who died, probably that blind boy, poor kid couldn't even see the face of the one who murdered him.
Or maybe its not him and he's crawling through the forest somewhere waiting for starvation to end his suffering.
Perhaps it would be better if it had been the blind kid, at least it would be over for him now.

These thoughts are swept away by another sound, not a bang, but a rumbling sound, combined with the sound of trees moaning in a storm as their wood is pushed to the limit.

I get up and look around trying to pin point the location the sound is coming from my right and I blink to see if I'm not hallucinating, because in the distance I can see trees shaking wildly.
Its as if some one drew a line in the dirt and only on the other side of the line earthquakes were allowed.

I swallow, hardly believing my luck, that I'm not on the other side of the line, though I'm pretty sure my heart didn't believe it because it was racing in my chest.

Then there's a beep, like an alarm system it keeps going, for a moment I just stand there looking at the shaking trees when the beeps suddenly becomes faster, more frequent.

And before I know it I'm running again away from the shaking ground and away from the quickening beep.

But my legs are tired, they run fast enough, but keep tripping over twigs and I stumble and fall.
The beeping is quickening almost as fast as my heartbeat now, almost becoming one long tone.
And all I do is curl up in a ball.
I press my hands against my ears as hard as I can, as if not hearing the sound will keep me safe from what ever is about to happen.
The beeps collide and turn into one loud tone that shivers through my skin, flesh and bones and I pray for my life.

The sound stops but not even a second later I hear trees snapping, wood cracking, and rocks crashing into each other.
My head spins behind my closed eyes and think I'm falling, tumbling until the sound stops.

I wonder if I'm dead, if death is just this, but then I hear the sound of leaves softly fluttering in the wind.
Carefully I open my eyes, to find myself curled up in a ball in the woods.
I want to close my eyes again curl up even tighter and pretend I don't exist.
But I know that in doing that I'll only shorten my actual existence so I force myself to remove my hands from my ears and slowly push myself up still dizzy from the fear.

I stumble for a moment but when I find gravity being kind to me again I turn around to check the damage.

I can see I hadn't run very far because I can still see the fallen tree over which I had tripped after running away from the cornucopia.
And for a moment I think there is no damage, that everything is just as I left it but then my eyes draw further through the ground in the forest and find a gap.

My stomach twists and I feel nausea coming up and I swallow down the intent to throw up, because gap is definitely not the right word for what I see.
More like canyon. maybe 5 meters from where I had leaned against the fallen tree the earth ends.

The ground is cut in a clean straight line, like a pie and one piece is missing only the point of the piece of hadn't been sharp.
I slowly walk forward as if the ground might fall down under my steps.
I pass the fallen tree and walk up to the canyon stopping at about a meter of the end of the earth scared I might fall.
I doubt the earth will break at the edges since even trees that stood on the edge of the borderline where the canyon was created, but still I'm scared and dizzy.
Because the canyon is deep so incredably deep that the fallen trees look even to tiny to be toys.
I am deffinetly not afraid of heights I climbed trees all the time but now I understood how it felt.
I shake my head trying to clear it.

Okay Sierra no time to wonder why they did this, drink some water dehydration isn't fun, then check what's in the backpack you grabbed, if there's nothing in it to paint your face with find the resources to make paint then find a good tree to rest and sleep.

I nod confirming to no one in particullar that this would be the plan.

I open my backpack and check it's content.
I find three bottles filled with water, a pack of water purifiers, three packs of crackers, two brined fish, two packs of dried fruit, a roll of tiolet paper and some wires.

I don't know how to set the wires but I don't throw them out, perhaps I can find someone who knows how to set them, or trade them, not that I'm planning to team up but you never know what happens.

I could survive about five days on the food, and with the water purifiers I wouldn't have to worry about getting dehydrated at all.

Since I didn't need to worry about food I decided to find things to paint myself with and hide in a tree.

I took a big gulp of water from the flask and turned my back, dumped the flask in the backpack, threw it over one shoulder and started walking my eyes searching for the right leaves.

I had done this a thousand times with my boyfriend Steven.
We painted our faces as kids, and every reaping as well.

I can't supress the smile that creeps up my lips as I remember how long it took for the camera to find me the day I became a tribute.
But the smile fades as I realise I would never do that again.
Paint his face, and let Steven's fingers paint mine.

Yeah that's what I would mis most about life, him.
His sweet smile, his strange but wonderfull story's how he'd always creep down the corridor of the community home trying to reach my room, sometimes he succeeded but alot of the times he'd get caught and punished.

But when he did reach my room it was wonderfull.
He'd put Teddy in the drawer of my night stand which always had a shirt in it so his field mouse could lay in it, then he'd curl up behind me and whisper a story in my ear before falling asleep.

I felt bad for him, he didn't have anyone in this world apart from me.
No one understood him, or bothered to try and understand him anyway.
If it wasn't for me the kid would be permenantly bruised since he seemed to attract trouble.

I didn't get how other people could be so mean to him, I had tried to figure it out thousands of times but never came up with an awnser.
Sure the kid was strange, but what do you expect he's schizophrenic, ofcourse he is a bit off.
But he's a good kid, and everyone including the voices in his head treated him like shit.

I didn't though, I remember when he was brought to the comunity home, he was alone crouched in a corner in the living room.
Kids running past him, like he didn't exist, I wonder now, if maybe they had sensed it, knew unconsioulsy something was wrong with him.

He seemed sad and confused like most kids do when they first arived, either dumped by their parents, had just lost them or the abuse and or neglect at home was so bad they were taken away.
Later I'd find out it was the latter for him.

Normally I would have probably let the boy be, but his hands were cupped like he was holding something.

I couldn't see what it was so I walked over and crouched down across from him.

"Hey I'm Sierra, what ya got there boy?"

He looked up and pulled what ever he was holding protectivelly towards his chest.
He stared at me with his big brown eyes not knowing how to react.
I looked behind me at the other kids and the grownup's and back at him.

"It's okay. I won't tell them."

He looked doubtfull like he was considering to tell me but he wasn't quite sure yet.

But I was too curious to give up.

"If you show me your secret. I'll show you mine."

He bit his lip and then nodded and leaned towards me.

"It's my field mouse, his name is Teddy, I'm scared if they see him they'll take him away." He whispered.

My eyes grew wide as a feeling of excitement overwelmed me.
The boy had a fieldmouse and it was in danger.

"Can I see him?"

He squinted his eyes not quite trusting me yet.

"You first." He awnsered.

It was my turn to tell a secret so I leaned in and whispered to him.

"I know a place where there are berries and you can use them to paint your face. I can show you and we can play, but you have to show me Teddy first."

He must have liked the idea because he quickly nodded and leaned towards me slowly opening his hands.

First I thought the poor thing must have run off and got lost but when I looked at him he was starring at my face in a strange way.
Not like 'its a game there isn't really a field mouse you should play along' but in a difrent way.
Like trying to see my reaction, like he actually thought there was a field mouse and was scared I'd laugh at him for not seeing it.

I was a bit dissapointed but either way it would be a fun game, even if he actually thought there was a field mouse, I could still play along.
So I told him it was cute and that he wasn't alowed to tell anyone about it because the kids were mean and might hurt it.
He agreed that they might and the next day I showed him my secret place and we were pretty much like siamese twins from there on.

Those were good times, even when he got in trouble with other kids and I had to save his ass again.
Even when the girls were mean to me too just for hanging out with Steven, and even if the story's you'd sometimes hear about what the other kids had gone through would make you realize grownups were monsters.
They were good times, because he was there with me, and they were good times because anything was better than being here alone in the games waiting for someone to come and kill me.

Yeah good going on the melodrama Sierra how about focussing on trying to survive longer than a day. I thought to myself.

I obeyed that thought and started focusing more on what was around me, searching for the right berries and leaves.

It didn't take too long to find what I was looking for.

I grinded down the leaves taking out its green colloring and mixed it with some white berries then covered my self and my backpack with mud.
The mud would dry and break creating that bark like structure, then I took the green berrie mixture and rubbed it over it so it would look like moss.

Then I walked back toward the newly created canyon and found a good tree to hide in, because it seemed less likely someone would walk near the canyon.

I climbed in with ease and settled my self.

I ate half a cracker, drank some water, and alowed my body to relax.

It wasn't dark yet, but I had run for so long today and I would need my strength.

So I just sit there looking over the forrest.

It's a beautiful forest, lush and green, some of the clearings filled with beautifull flowers, in the distence I can see a stream and I decide that I could go there for water tomorow.
Yeah it was all so pretty that it scared me, nothing in the games that was all flowers and sunshine could be good.

Even if most of it is evil, atleast its a pretty place to die right?

I sigh, anoyed at the way I feel, at how I keep reminding myself of the fact that I will most likely die, and lose Steven.
Lose him in the most ultimate way, I won't remember what we did, how he looked with his messy brown hair, pale skin and golden brown eyes.
How we met, how he'd count the freckles on my face, how he'd crawl up behind me, how difrent his fingers had felt against my skin last time, before the reaping when we painted eachother.
I won't remember how his eyes got wide but his pupils big as well, when his fingers slid down my cheeck and neck.
How his lips were parted and how I could feel his breath against the skin of my collar bone while he painted me, which made me bite my lip and let my head fall back.

And my memories grab me, and pull me back, as a soft breeze blows though the leaves.

That day the day of my reaping there had been a soft breeze as well, and as my head fell back in reaction to Steven's breath I could see the green leaves flutter in the wind.

My breath seemed heavy and I pulled my head up again and looked at him as he painted my collarbone dilligently.

A thousand times we'd been here and a thousand times his fingers had touched my skin but never had it been like this, had I felt like this.
My skin was so aware of him, of his fingers, his breath, of how close he was standing across from me.

He kneeled down and dipped his finger into one of the three wooden bowls of paint we had made earlier that day.
Then he started at my ankles his hands slowly moving up to my knees and down again.

Suddenly I felt the desire for him to move his hands up higher, the desire scratched behind my ribs and burned down the lower part of my belly.
But I didn't say anything, feeling emberresed, so I swallowed hard trying to push these feelings down.

Steven dips his fingers in another bowl with deep grey paint and moves his hands from my ankle up to my knee again his fingers brushing my grey skirt.

I gasped making his movements stop all too sudden.

I looked down at him, to find him starring at me with his big brown eyes.
His eyes so focussed, like all the menace in his head had left and he was trying to take me in with all his might.
I felt my cheecks burn and was thankful that the paint covered my blush.

He swallowed his eyes still lingering on my face.

I felt like someone should say something, but I had no idea what it should be.
So I just stand there staring back at him like an idiot.

We stood there for a while until he broke the silence.

"Sierra." His voice sounded slightly out of breath and lower than normal.

I swallowed and prayed my voice would come out slightly normal.

"Yeah."

It sounded forced and slightly off key but since it did sound like a word I figured it could have been worse.

Steven looked down, and I wondered if he was blushing beneath the grey, brown and black paint.
He looked up again still kneeling by my feet with his hands on my knee, and swallows, breathing like as if the air had gone thick.

"I-.."

His face changed, like that first time I met him, looking for my reaction.
When he dipped his fingers in the paint again without breaking eyecontact.
For a moment I wondered what he was going to say but then his fingers touch my knee and slowly move up under my skirt.

My eyes widened in suprise and a gasp escaped my throat but then my body decides my reaction is wrong and my head falls back and my gasp is followed by a soft moan.
Longing burned inside me and I remember vageally wondering why every time he gives more my need increased.

I knew I couldn't go all the way with him, I mean getting pregnant at this age while still living in the comunity home would be more than just a bad idea, but perhaps we could atleast try other things.

His hands slide down again but before I remember what dissapointment is I feel his lips against my knee.
Butterfly kisses trailed their way up and my eyes rolled back in my head and my knees went weak and I hoped I wouldn't fall.

He stops again and I wanted to beg him not to stop but I could feel his breath through my panties wich seemed to make my head unable to think of words, so all that came out was a moan.
Like it was a signal he moves his hands up along my thighs and I feel his fingers pull my panties down.

Somewhere in a far off part of my mind my thoughts screamed things like 'no way' and 'Sierra is this really a good plan' but my mind wasn't in control and my body wasn't about to stop this.

My panties slid down and when I felt his hot breath against my skin, not blocked by my underwear fire and electricity burst in my stomach and my knees buckled against the goodness of it all.

I thought something about ballance but the meaning of the word was lost and I found myself falling backwards.
I fell on the ground and for a moment the my only thought is about how bad it is that I can't feel his breath against my skin, but my head turned clearer and I'm sure my face alot redder underneath its paint.

I force myself to look at him, and find him still kneeled looking like he'd just hit me.
And I can't help laughing at the awkwardness of it all, it bursts out of my throat and I let my self fall back in the ground.

"Sierra?" His voice almost a whisper.

I pull my upperbody up, leaning on my elbows, and look at Steven.
He frowns then looks down, and up again.

"So your not- I mean you know..."

I didn't know so I asked.

"Am what?" I say my face still radiating with blush.

He shrugged and looked at the ground, perhaps at Teddy his field mouse.

"Like pissed at me or something... for- you know for..." He barely mumbled the last part, and then looked back up at me.

For a second I want to act oblivious, and watch him squirm trying to say it, but right now I like him way too much even for a friendly tease.

I bit my lip smilling, and shook my head.

He grinned then and crawled over me until his face hovered above mine, and my heart started racing again.
He leaned down and pressed his lips against mine then brought them to my ear as if he was about to tell me a secret and whispered.

"Good."

I am suddenly snapped out of my thought when I hear footsteps coming from below.
I pull myself backwards against the tree and hold my breath.
Looking down I find a dark skinned boy walking through the woods.

"I'm sorry, I just..."

He is saying to either someone else or to the camera's.

"I can't do it. I can't kill people. And I can't sit here and wait for someone to come and kill me either."

I scan through the trees but find no one else so I figure he's either talking to the camera's, himself or he has invisible friends like Steven.

"Well I could do that last part but, well you know it doesn't really sound like a good idea to me for some reason." He mutters sarcastically.

He passes my tree and then makes his way to, I blink to make sure what I am seeing is correct, but it is, and he is walking towards the cliff.

"I just, I can't."

My heartbeat races at this and I quickly remind myself to breath.

It has happened before but its rare, most kids don't commit suicide especially since the winnings contain food so they feel that they should atleast if not just for their loved ones try to win.

"Mom, dad, damn even you Ezrin, I love you."

The boy says and then he stops walking and just stands there..

I swallow feeling weird that I am watching his most intense and perhaps last moments.

I wonder if I should do something, but what if it was a trick, if it was all just and act to get someone out and then kill them.

"Mayli, my sweet, I'm so sorry I won't be able to come home, you're my life you know, so, its okay. Just be strong for me okay. Be happy. I love you."

The boy walks up to a tree that is just at the edge of the canyon.

He stands there his back turned to me, and suddenly I feel the urge to help him, to climb down the tree, and prevent this boy who can be sarcastic even in his last moments from ending his life.

But my body's stuck, frozen and I feel guilt flowing through me with every heartbeat.

Suddenly there's a fierce blow of the wind I quickly grab a branch preventing my self from tumbling down the tree.

But when I look back I no longer see the boy.

"Nooo!"

I scream not caring about who will hear me, or that I don't know this kid because other people did.
His parents, a person called Ezrin and a girl called Mayli who he loved and she loved him back.

And it reminds me of Steven and another flush of guilt runs through me and I can feel my eyes burn at the realisation that this boy had love and I didn't save him, that I had ripped Mayli's heart out by not saving him.
By not even trying to save him.
This boy who is now dead a boy who's name I didn't even bother to remember.

"Oh dear, okay its good. I'm okay!"

My heart skips a beat, its the kids voice clearly but where.
My eyes scan the edge of the cliff where he had stood and find two dark hands gripping a root of the tree.

"Seriously Ulric your in the fucking games and you can't even manage to kill yourself I mean that is just beyond pathetic you do realise that."

Sierra what are you waiting for help the kid before he can't hold on any longer! A voice in my head yells at me.

I push myself up and start climbing down the tree.

"Oh god! What is that! Great the gamemakers thought my death wasn't exciting enough so they throw in some kind of tree monster! Seriously? Fuck, Fuck!" The boy who's apparently named Ulric, begins to yell.

What tree monster?

I look around to be sure, but its just me and Ulric, then I jump out of the tree and walk up to him.

"Bad tree monster! Bad tree go back! I promise I am not tasty at all! I have pyrochenetic powers, don't make me use them on you!"

The boy is ranting by now and I can see he's staring at me.

Oh god the camouflage. I remember.

"Calm down, I'm not a tree monster." I say slowly.

"Jump off the cliff, the kids from the lumber district are down there wouldn't you rather eat them? I am king of the tree's I command you not to eat me!" He rambles on.

"I am not a tree monster, I'm here to help." I repeat

"Ha!" he replies " I bet you say that to all the kids you eat."

I can't help rolling my eyes.

"I'm Sierra from district five, I saw your attempt to... welll you know..."

I crouch down.

"Let me help you up."

He looks away from me and down into the gorge, then his head snaps up as if he suddenly realised just how deep the fall is.

"Yes please."

I grab his wrists and pull him up over the edge, and as soon as he in on the ground he crawls away from the cliff.

He turns and sits there looking at me, still out of breath from his near death experience.

We sit like that for a moment, looking at eachother, until he speaks again.

"Why did you save me?"

Because the thought of your girlfriend having to watch you die made me think of how it would be if Steven would have to watch me die and I couldn't bear that thought. I think, but I just shrug and say.

"I dunno, seemed like a stupid way to go."

He nods.

"True that."

Its silent again for a moment.

"So you planning on..." He's quiet again, over thinking his words.

"You know, fighting for your life."

Nice way to put it, when you actually mean commit murder. I think looking back over the canyon to the other side where the ground and forest start again.

I shrug.

"I plan to run for it."

"You?" I ask looking back at him.

He leans back rolls his eyes and sighs.

"Well considering I'm not even able to end my own life..."

I nod actually believing him.
But if I believe him, should I team up with him?
Is it wise to trust anyone right now.

Probably not, but teaming up does increase your chances of winning, well aslong as the person you team up with doesn't kill you in your sleep. I think to myself.

Then again as cruell as it may sound I could probably out run him and if someone came after us, it would give me more time if that person got to him first. Another thought says, and I feel bad for thinking it, but its true.

Plus this boy probably won't live past tommorow without your help. I think, and I'm not sure wether this thought is sincire or just to make my consience feel better.
But this thought is true as well and I can give him a few more days of survival, I could share my rations.

So even if we would get in trouble and I ran, it would be a fair trade right?

I mean without me he would already be dead. I try this but I still feel bad.

But what else am I suposed to do.
This is a game of life and many deaths, so what else am I suposed to do then play it.
Or atleast try to survive, and its not like I think I have a chance, or that my life is worth more than the lives of the other tributes, but what am I supossed to do when Steven is back home, probably having a psychoses.
He flipped so hard when my name was called out as a tribute.

He needs me because the older he gets the harder they'll punish him and without me he'll manage to get himself killed, and knowing that how can I make the right choice.
Hell, in a world where grownups forced children to murder each other what was right anyway?

"Your the girl from district five right?"

I nod.

"Name's Sierra." I say and get up.

I walk over to him and offer my hand.

He takes it and I pull him up.

"I'm Ulric, district three."

He looks to his right, back to where we came from, where the cornucopia is and probably the carreers as well.

His curly hair blowing in a breeze.

"What are you going to do?" He asks without looking back at me.

I shrug following his gaze.

"Find shelter in a tree, it should be safer there. I managed to grab a backpack, its still up in the tree I sat in, it has some food so I should be okay for now."

Its quiet again, but not uncomfortable, I like that in people.
If they don't always feel the need to make useless conversations.
And it helps me make out my mind, so I look back at him.

"I saw you during training you learned how to set wires right? They were in the backpack I managed to grab but I have no clue how to use them. I could camouflage you though and we could eat some of the rations I have."

He turns his face back to me and grins his teeth shining white in the contrast with his dark chocolate skin.

"Is the great tree monster asking me to team up with her?"

I chuckle and reply.

"I suppose so."

He shrugs still smilling.

"As long as you don't try to eat me, its fine by me."

He lets his head fall back and looks at the sky when I notice his burn.

"You've got a seven as well."

"Huh?" He says looking back at me.

"Your scar, its the same number as mine?"

He tilts his head bringing his hand to his neck.

"Wait they're numbers?"

I nod and move my head to the left so he can see mine.

"Why do we have the same one?" He asks.

I bite my lip at this.

"I'm not sure yet. But that reminds me, when I got to the cornucopia there weren't any weapons either."

"Wait. No weapons?"

"Just food and backpacks, stuff like that. But not a single weapon."

His eyebrows pull together as if he's thinking.

"The career pack won't have any weapons then either. But this thing with the weapons, it has to be connected to the numbers." He begins.

He looks over at the canyon.

"Maby even to what happened there, I mean the gamemakers would never take out such a big part of the arena for no reason right?"

"Yeah... especially not on the first day" I agree.

"Well" he says "if there is an awnser to what this means then its probably in these woods right?"

"You think that, thats why they took out that part of the arena, cause there was some sort of awnser there."

He shrugs.

"Perhaps, and perhaps that awnser also lies in the woods here. I mean its like they took out a piece of the arena you know like a cake. It makes me feel like this part could come down any moment now."

I nod and find my self glad to be in a team with this kid, he was quite clever.

"Either way though we should get ready for the night, we have some time but honestly I'm kind of tired." I say.

"Good with me, get me the wires and I'll see what I can do about those."

I climb back in the tree grab my backpack and get down again.

"There's some water in there drink as much as you like, there's a river I saw, we can head out there tomorow." I say handing over the backpack.

He smiles at me again.

"Sounds like a plan to me, tree monster."

Okay so here is MY (stravvberry) first chapter.

I know its a bit long, hope it isn't to long though, but there was alot I had to put in.

The thing with the ryhme just kind of came to me, I know its kind of out of place in a ff but I was thinking about Sierra and I came up with this for some reason, I thought it fitted her and this chapter so I just went with it.

Hoped you liked the part where Sierra thinks back at how Steven painted her in the woods, I've only written something like that before once so it might not be perfect.

Pretty, pretty please review both me and Miss-Almond. We are doing our best to make this a good story and would like to have some feedback!

Stravvberry