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Who| Katniss and anyone from District 12 + Those plans have been made with. Drop me a plurk or PM if you wanna jump in so we can plot something.
What| Katniss meeting her tributes, and a few new people.
Where| Within the training center.
When| Since the crowning. Before meeting with Cinna.
Warnings/Notes| None atm

The usually reserved Girl on Fire was everywhere around the Tribute center in the day after the arena, greeting people, sociable (for Katniss at least) as she sought out her Tributes. Peeta was right that she should spend some time with each of them, and after thinking on it, Katniss was ready to dive in.

She had ditched the tablet thing Effie kept pressing on her for a simple notebook, each tribute having their own page, name printed firmly at the top. On each page, she had already scribbled down some thoughts on each tribute. Now she just needed to track them down and talk to them. Given that she couldn't usually get anywhere without being stopped several times, she had a feeling this was going to take a few days.

The crowning had shaken her, but she wasn't going to just shy away from it. They had to be ready.

For what, she wasn't sure. The arenas, of course. But, hopefully, for more.

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Really, he was surprised more trolls weren't putting time into learning this skill. The grey skin and bright orange horns weren't exactly easy to hide... but then, for the trolls where they really stood out, fighting back wasn't much of an issue.

"I haven't, but I should. It's something I only recently thought about trying to learn -- from watching your Games, actually."

She flinched slightly. The idea that anyone could just pick to watch those, anytime they wanted...it was unnerving.

It was also exactly what Signless should be doing.

"Does the paint stick to your horns?" She almost reached out to touch them, and then pulled her hand back. Was that rude? Probably.

A little, but he was by this point used to humans not knowing about troll social norms. Goodness knows it had taken him this long to begin to wrap his head around what was and was not acceptable for humans.

"Well-enough. They're the most visible part of me, so they're the part I need to work hardest to cover. At least my horns are small, compared to most."

She nodded, considering them.

"Mud, too, could cover them. Or leaves, or something, if those things aren't available. Do they still grow, or molt?"

Every seasons, the deers grew new horns, and she wondered if they were like them. None of the trolls seemed to have lost theirs, however.

He shook his head.

"We do moult, but not our horns. Those grow continuously, to a point, though everyone's are different. Mine have stopped getting bigger." Not that they were ever going to get that big to begin with.

"I'm sorry. It must be more difficult than it would be usually, to mentor someone who's so alien to you." Peeta had caught on quick, though, and he knew Katniss was sharp. She'd probably pick it up just fine.

"If not your horns, what molts?" Skin, possibly?

"It'll just take a little catch up." She said, giving a little smile. "I've been picking up what I can, from the games and the post form the others, but just let me know if I get something wrong. Especially while working on all this..."

She gestured to her little play book.