p style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"strongNote: I'm going back and revising a lot of the chapters, so this chapter might be a little bit different than it was originally. /strong/span/p
p style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"Katniss had been waiting for this day for years. It was the day her little girl would learn one of the most important skills Katniss could teach her. Today, Rueby was five, and Peeta was finally allowing her to learn to shoot a bow. /span/p
p style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);" "Alright Rueby," Katniss said, kneeling down beside her daughter. She pulled out one of the smaller bows her father had made, which she had fixed up specifically for Rueby. It was the best birthday present she could think to give to her daughter, no matter how dangerous Peeta thought it was. /spanspan style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"Something she and Peeta had been arguing about it for years, and in the end, Katniss had to agree not to take her hunting until she was seven before Peeta finally agreed to letting her do this. /span/p
p style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);" Though they had more than enough, they wanted their children to be able to take care of themselves, knowing all too well that a day might come where they would have to. /span/p
p style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);" Rueby clapped her hands, jumping up and down, her brown pigtails bouncing and her blue eyes lighting up. "Can I shoot a deer?" She asked excitedly. Katniss smiled a crooked smile. A month previously, when her child had found out where meat came from, (something Katniss had forgotten to mention until that point) she had wanted nothing to do with it. Now that she could have her fun, she didn't seem to have a problem./span/p
p style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);" Sharing a glance with Peeta, one annoyed and one smug, she replied smoothly, "We'll see. First let me show you how to string a bow." Katniss said, taking her daughter's hand and guiding it to string the bow. /span/p
p style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);" "She's not a hunter, she's a baker, mark my words." Peeta called over, smirking at them. "Oh lighten up, Peeta. There's always the chance that Nicky will wind up a baker." Peeta simply rolled his eyes at her. /span/p
p style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);" Turning back to her daughter, Katniss stretched her arms around her Rueby and pulled the string back. Carefully, with her hand over her daughter's, pulling it to her cheek, she ordered for Rueby to release. /span/p
p style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);" The arrow hit the very edge of the target, which was a better but hit than Katniss had expected. "I did it!" Rueby shouted, dropping the bow and dancing around the yard. Katniss laughed. "Yep! Do you wanna try again?" She asked. "I wanna eat dinner first, that way I have more energy to shoot more arrows!." She grinned./span/p
p style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);" "Alright birthday girl!" Peeta grinned, picking her up and putting her on his shoulders. "To the kitchen!" Peeta called. Rueby laughed. "To the kitchen!" She cried happily, leaning forward and prompting Peeta forward. "Oh no!" Katniss groaned. "He's going to corrupt my daughter with cooking!" She groaned. Nicky giggled. "Oh you think it's funny?" She grinned, kneeling down and tickling her son, "is it funny?" She asked. He laughed uncontrollable. "NOO!" He screamed, falling onto the ground and clutching his sides, a big grin on his face./span/p
p style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"She smiled and lifted him up, carrying him into the house. "Don't worry, soon enough I'll be able to teach you how to shoot." She said. He grinned and took her hand, dragging her into the house. She smiled, content for one of first time in a while. /span/p