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WHO: Glinda and OPEN
WHAT: Last minute training to try to teach herself some survival skills.
WHERE: Training level
WHEN: Today. Morning through to night.
WARNINGS/NOTES: Feel free to encounter her anywhere around the stations, just let me know.

Glinda had no intentions of leaving the training room without a literal fight. And seeing as real fighting wasn't particularly permitted it seemed that nobody was going to force her.

She'd had a nice enough time in the Capitol so far but the looming doom of another Arena - apparently the cruel things were frequent - left her feeling anxious and terrified. Enough so that she was waking with a start at night in cold sweats. She couldn't put it off any longer. If her magic wasn't going to be forthcoming despite her frequent attempts to schmooze the best of the Capitol's elite then she would jut have to learn how to defend herself with her own two hands.

Glinda made careful note to visit as many stations and get experience handling as many weapons as possible although the longstaff was most definitely her favourite weapon. It was the only one that she knew how to hold and twirl with ease.

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Even better. Ariadne let a small smile of what was almost relief tug at her mouth, and she nodded, "It's nice to meet you, Glinda."

"A pleasure." She smiled somewhat fakely but with the best enthusiasm that she could muster up. There was just no way she could actually forge friendships with people here with the thought in the back of her mind that they might be the one to kill her in the arena.

The fake enthusiasm didn't go unnoticed, but she said nothing; as a Victor, she wasn't supposed to be down there. To tell Glinda she had nothing to worry about meant blowing her cover. Still, her smile remained plastered on, and she gestured back to the targets.

"Why don't you try it again?"

Glinda gave a nervous nod before collecting another arrow and adjusting her feet to how Chris had shown her before. Legs apart and knees just slightly bent.

She notched her arrow and with a slight grunt pulled the string back. It took a second to still herself and let the arrow fly but it gave a satisfying thunk as it sunk itself into the target this time. Far off centre but it had still hit.

"You're getting better already. Do you do anything like this back home?" She asked, sort of curious. It wasn't like she got many opportunities to talk to Tributes who weren't her own, and even fewer to talk about where they were from.

"No, not at all. The guards were the only ones who carried weapons." Glinda told her, glancing at the bow in her hands thoughtfully. "I have my staff and my magic, but I've never used one of these before."

"Magic." That was a new one. "Really? I didn't know people around here had magic."

The blonde gave a solemn nod. "I am the Good Witch of the North and a powerful sorceress within Oz. Here they will not allow me my magic. They have something that controls it and prevents me from using it."

She wasn't sure it she was just talking to someone who was slightly out of her mind, or if she was actually talking to Glinda the Good Witch. Either way, she was starting to think that the Capitol might have had a bit more power than they thought they did. It was sort of bizarre, in fact.

But she'd let the woman go on anyway. No point in saying anything.

"Have you looked into it at all? How to fix it, how to get your magic back? It could be useful in the Arenas."

Glinda sighed, heart heavy.

"I have looked into trying to fix it but it seems that it is all dependent on the powers that be allowing me the use of it. Myself and another person with magic here are attempting to gain sponsors so we can use it." She informed the other woman, not thinking for a moment that she might be revealing her own tactics.

She nodded a little, inspecting her bow briefly, studying the form of the thing. "Are you having any luck with it? The sponsors can be difficult to deal with sometimes."

Glinda shook her head.

"I am not well enough known yet it seems." The witch sighed. "I can not gain access to some of the best known sponsors or the ones with the most influence. It's been...difficult."

"Have you talked to your mentors about it? That's supposed to be their job, I think," Ariadne pointed out, tipping her head to Glinda.

Glinda shook her head. "She was turned into an Avoxe."

She pursed her mouth into a tight line, brows furrowing into a much more obvious frown than before. "Which District are you?"

"District nine. Miss Sheppard, she..." Glinda paused, sorrowfully looking at the floor. "I never got to meet her properly before."

Ariadne nodded firmly, the gesture a little jerky. She knew Shepard. She knew her well, in fact; one of the first friends she'd made in this place, though she wasn't sure the epithet was quite accurate enough. Alliances, perhaps.

"She's a good woman."

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