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Training went just as planned. When each tributes being brought into a deadly pit only for them to take knowledge of everything. Although not everyone being the best at mesmerizing every details, it was something that Coriolanus made sure that his tribute did so. As well as making sure that she held the ax all the way to the end of the session. From the on going orders from him, to the looping sweat dripping from her forehead, the heavy breath she would try to hold on for showing as much pride within Snow's eyes. Until it was informed that training went good today. Dr. Gaul being pleased by her students remarkable work, she made sure that upon the next training session, it will be the same.
Snow was pleased to discover the proficiency and prowess exhibited by his tribute. The display was something he wouldn't shy away from witnessing, even if it meant facing the grim reality of the Dummy being methodically dismembered. The thought crossed his mind that, had she been visually impaired, she could eliminate other tributes without affording them even a fleeting moment to catch their breath. "Well done." He remarked casually, taking the now sweaty ax from her grasp. Despite his nonchalant demeanor, Snow, as a mentor, made a point to highlight and commend her debut, hoping to create a spectacle that would resonate with the other tributes soon before they were returned to their respective enclosures.
Amidst the ongoing events, Coriolanus harbored an alternate agenda. He yearned to further acquaint her with the surroundings, hoping to instill in her a genuine belief in his intentions. His desire extended to liberating her from the confines of her own cursed enclosure, aiming to kindle within her a love for the all-encompassing beauty of the Capitol. However, his plans faced a setback as he lamented the passage of time. Despite the day being forecasted as dull and rainy, he was disheartened to witness the sun's graceful descent before dusk, signaling the conclusion of the day. To his unwelcome realization, Snow acknowledged that he would once again have to part ways with her.
"You didn't tell me the arena was so vast." Swan exclaimed, expressing her dismay as she felt the warmth of her feet in the chilly mud. Despite her discomfort, she attempted to brush away the nearly hardened remnants upon meeting her mentor at that moment. In a way, she was relieved that the training session had concluded, particularly considering the challenges she had encountered with her limited skills. Which she made sure to emphasize on it. "Not to mention... Some definitely need a skill check-up."
Coriolanus found himself both shocked and unsurprised by the snarky remark from his tribute. He pondered whether she had unintentionally adopted a snarky demeanor like his own or if she was simply becoming overly comfortable with him. Despite the surprise, he couldn't help but chuckle at her comment. "You might want to watch your tongue." Swan retorted, furrowing her brow and tilting her head. She was well aware of her mentor's efforts to maintain her attention and focus, especially after the unexpected morning surprise he had sprung on her. Had it not been for breakfast, Dr. Gaul would have likely ensured additional security around Snow's apartment, not that the tributes had any real chance of escaping, but just as a precautionary measure.
