The second day of training, Sylvia made a beeline for the fire-starting station.
As soon as the instructor there saw her, he knew he was in for a long couple of hours.
Now that Sylvia had, at long-last, gotten the hang of starting fires the old-fashioned way, she was itching to perfect her craft.
Or, more accurately, she was itching to burn something.
Unfortunately for her, she was only permitted to use the station for an hour. She was told by a Peacekeeper that the station is for everyone to use, not for one person to hog, and while she was allowed to practice a little more, she would, eventually, have to find something else to do.
Sylvia stayed for the hour, grumbling to the Fire Spirit about how unfair it all was.
The Fire Spirit agreed, but told her to be patient. Once she was in the arena, no one would stop her from doing what has to be done.
When her hour was up, she grumpily made her way to a random station - knot tying - and ignored the instructions on how to make a snare, instead choosing to idly fumble round with a coil of wire.
Meanwhile, Markus had managed to score himself a couple of allies: Cable from Three and Daisy from Eleven - the only other twelve-year-olds. They sat huddled in a group at the foragery station, looking over at Sylvia with wide, terrified eyes.
Markus, of course, had told them all about his District partner, and now all three of them were scared of what she could do. They made plans to ensure they stayed as far away as possible, even though they weren't even in the arena yet.
"Y-You say she l-likes to burn things?" Cable squeaked. Unluckily for him, he had an intense phobia of fire, so the very thought of Sylvia took on a much more terrifying presence in his mind.
Markus nodded gravely. "Yes. My uncle works in the prison, and he says so. He also says that she talks to things that aren't even there."
"That's really creepy," Daisy shuddered.
"Yeah. My mom always says that the lights are on, but nobody's home, whatever that means."