A/N: Y'all, I'm over 40% finished with writing this! If you were wondering, it's currently tied with Vainglory for my favorite project.
She's ten when they finally let her touch the weapons for real. Of course, she can't exactly go up to the knives and sink them all perfectly into the bullseye on the first try, thunk thunk thunk, not when she's supposed to be a shaky novice who can barely hold a knife without slicing her own hand open. Cato smirks at her across the gym and laughs at the way she forces herself to clumsily drop the knife with a loud clatter. Just you wait, she thinks, watching him dismantle a series of dummies with nothing but a sword. Soon.
