Siblings
"Good morning, Prim," he greeted, suppressing laughter when the ten year old failed to stop yawning. "Morning Gale, morning Rory..."she managed inbetween yawns. The boy behind Gale replied the greeting rather curtly, but more to blame to his lack of sleep than the blonde's presence. Katniss tried to save the day that was beginning to look like a disaster by not saying anything, instead trotting to fetch their bows.
"So here's one for you, Prim, and you, Rory,"she said in what she hoped a cheerful tone, handing out the bows like it was Christmas. "So, uh," she fidgeted. "I bet both of you are looking forward to learn how to hunt, right?"
Wrong. Totally wrong since it were the two of them who proposed the idea to the children and that idea seemed to be idiotic now.
They were replied with a pair of nods, a perfect example of fake enthusiasm.
You really think this would work? He eyed his partner who shrugged in response.
"So you aim that rabbit like this, no, grip it tightly or it'll backfire on you, yes, gently, wait..." Her voice was trailing off and Gale knew they shouldn't even try. Rory tried everything, but his archery skill proved to be downright terrible. Prim didn't even try to load the arrows once she saw the rabbit. Big mistake. Never, ever, look into your game's eye directly (at least do it behind your bow).
So they moved on to snare, Gale not expecting any success today. Miraculously Rory produced a half-decent snare within two hours since he started the lesson, and Prim's neat handiwork made him proud enough, much to Katniss' dismay. Things were looking to be manageable and promising for future lessons, that was, until they ended the day by checking Gale's snares. Once Prim saw squirrels dangling on their feet, she fell to the ground with hot tears trailing down her face and Rory did little more than fumbling, trying to release the animals.
They sent the kids back to Seam before sundown then retreated to their rock.
The first thing she did was laughing. He did too. That day's events were both hilarious and frustrating, so they let loose of their emotions by shooting more squirrels down, bringing their total game up to their daily standard (they hardly caught anything when scaring off the game with their sounds that afternoon).
"So," he started, leaning on the rock, grinning madly.
"Yeah. Never bring them again,"she grimaced.
"I guess this forest was built just for the two of us then."
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