If I were in the Hunger Games I would use one of the parachutes and gift containers and put all kinds of poisonous berries in them and then climb trees and send them down to unsuspecting tributes. Oh, you thought you were getting a nice fruit salad? Think again. POISON.
Oh my God
It’s thunderstorming, but rain hasn’t fallen yet.
My warder and I are sitting in the garage, in complete darkness except for a few candles. And as we watch the lightening
we are listening to Moiraine tell the story of Manetheren.
And just as she said “Weep! Weep for Manetheren! Weep for what’s lost!” The hardest rain I’ve ever experienced fell.
And as Moiraine fell silent, the rain stoped.
It was beautiful.
