A raised platform
And then Effie Trinket is calling his name. He looks around, like he’s confirming what he heard — to make sure he isn’t crazy, that he didn’t mishear something when he was too distracted with worry of Katniss’ dramatic volunteer.
They’re all looking at him with that look of pity they have each year for each unlucky tribute.
Sober and resigned, he makes his way up to the stage. He can feel the weight of their stares.
Despite the racing of his heart, his mind is clear. He’s already thinking of a strategy to save Katniss’ life. He’s going to make sure she wins no matter what.
“Ew! What’s that?” asked a young Katniss Everdeen. She pointed to a mass of small, wriggling things swarming at the edge of the lake.
“They’re baby frogs,” replied her father.
She pulled a face.
“They don’t look like frogs,” she said with a tone of scepticism.
“They don’t look like frogs yet. They have to eat lots of food and grow their legs.”
Katniss crouched down to get a better look at them.
“Do their tails fall off?”
Her father chuckled.
“No, they actually un-grow them!”
Katniss burst into a peal of laughter. “What? Really??”
“Yes,” he replied, laughing with her.
Her eyes flicked back and forth, watching the tadpoles swim around.
“There’s a lot of them…”
“Well, not all of them will grow up to be frogs-” Katniss looked up at him to listen, “-some don’t find enough food, some get eaten by birds…”
Her face fell.
“That’s just a part of life,” her father said simply.
I didn’t know what to write… then I thought “duh doi, POLIWAG”, looked up that Misty had poliwag but realized I never really watched the Orange Islands episodes… so… BRANCHING OUT