Fen paused. She didn’t know how far she‘d run but was almost certain it wasn’t far enough.
As soon as the games began, so did her sprint, first towards the cornucopia but as she saw the violence erupt she thought whatever measly supplies she expected getting there weren't at all what the cornucopia really had inside and the trampling she'd undoubtedly receive was best to be avoided. Fen turned and ran the other way. She’d only stopped her run once. When that blasted highstorm had begun, thank the Stormfather she’d been near a cave. She’d used some Stormlight infused gems that lined the cane to Lightweave an illusion over her hiding spot and had stayed there thinking and chipping away gems for future use. Even when that Storming Gamemaster Anasi had appeared in the sky and announced that nonsense about their pins and had tempted her sorely to curse at the hologram and throw rocks, she stayed still. As soon a the storm was over, she dropped her illusion and grabbed her handfuls of gems, now recharged with Stormlight, and had begun to run once again.
Now she stopped. Exhausted. She sat, tucked her braided eyebrows behind her ears and got to work gathering wet sand. The ground was rich with it after the highstorm and she needed as much as she could get. Pottery was the focus of her Lightweaving and although she had no clay. This wet sand would have to do. This seemingly useless and dirty substance was almost as important as Stormlight or food to her. Fen continued to gather it. Her Spren, Insignia, hummed at her side. Soon she’d get to work creating the faces of her competitors and of course an illusion for tonight’s shelter.
“I can’t believe this is really happening” she muttered under her breath. Then louder she yelled to no one in particular “Storm you! Storm you all!”