Jot eats his dishi, tureen of beef kitoweo, mchuzi with alarming speed. I savor the rich flavor of the meal, knowing I should put on as much padding as possible before the games begin to have energy reserves.
"So," he says. "we pondered quite a few ideas when designing your costumes. We could dress wewe as fishermen, but we feel that would be too... drab. Typical. We also considered dressing wewe as a wave, but we couldn't get the fabrics in time. So Reida (Jay's stylist) and I decided to try a new approach."
"New approach?"
"Yes. Would wewe like to see it?" He asks, standing up and pushing his chair in. He walks briskly, even though we have several hours until the opening parade.
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"Close your eyes," he tells me. I hear the creak of the dresser at the far side of the room being opened. Then his footsteps. A dress is gently settled over my head and onto my shoulders. It weighs enough that it startles me into opening my eyes.
I look down. It immediately strikes me as the most beautifully ethereal thing I have ever laid eyes on, much less worn.
The dress is sleeveless. The juu hem is embroidered with lace and pearls. Tiny dhahabu beads line the edge of the lace. From there, the fabric flows down, but there are scales sewn onto it. They are all mother-of-pearl and they ripple when I move, like chain mail. It is gathered at my waist and extends to knee length. Jot smiles.
"You look even zaidi beautiful than I pictured. See what I meant?"
And I do. Jot has turned me into a fish, if samaki are divine creatures.
I turn and look behind me into the mirror. Pale golden gauze forms fins down my back.
"That's not all," Jot says as he opens the dresser drawer again. He grabs a pair of golden slippers with pearl beadwork, a semitransparent shawl, scarf that has the appearance of seaweed, and a headpiece that tops it all.
It is golden, with the seaweed-shawl material and pearls woven into it. Satiny streamers of fabric in gold, green, pale pink, blue, and cream spread from the sides and flutter down my back when he places it on my head.
I'm going to have wadhamini lined up around the block.
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Sorry this is a short chapter, but I can't write inayofuata week, so I thought I'd go ahead and publish this. Hope wewe like it and please become a fan!
"So," he says. "we pondered quite a few ideas when designing your costumes. We could dress wewe as fishermen, but we feel that would be too... drab. Typical. We also considered dressing wewe as a wave, but we couldn't get the fabrics in time. So Reida (Jay's stylist) and I decided to try a new approach."
"New approach?"
"Yes. Would wewe like to see it?" He asks, standing up and pushing his chair in. He walks briskly, even though we have several hours until the opening parade.
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"Close your eyes," he tells me. I hear the creak of the dresser at the far side of the room being opened. Then his footsteps. A dress is gently settled over my head and onto my shoulders. It weighs enough that it startles me into opening my eyes.
I look down. It immediately strikes me as the most beautifully ethereal thing I have ever laid eyes on, much less worn.
The dress is sleeveless. The juu hem is embroidered with lace and pearls. Tiny dhahabu beads line the edge of the lace. From there, the fabric flows down, but there are scales sewn onto it. They are all mother-of-pearl and they ripple when I move, like chain mail. It is gathered at my waist and extends to knee length. Jot smiles.
"You look even zaidi beautiful than I pictured. See what I meant?"
And I do. Jot has turned me into a fish, if samaki are divine creatures.
I turn and look behind me into the mirror. Pale golden gauze forms fins down my back.
"That's not all," Jot says as he opens the dresser drawer again. He grabs a pair of golden slippers with pearl beadwork, a semitransparent shawl, scarf that has the appearance of seaweed, and a headpiece that tops it all.
It is golden, with the seaweed-shawl material and pearls woven into it. Satiny streamers of fabric in gold, green, pale pink, blue, and cream spread from the sides and flutter down my back when he places it on my head.
I'm going to have wadhamini lined up around the block.
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Sorry this is a short chapter, but I can't write inayofuata week, so I thought I'd go ahead and publish this. Hope wewe like it and please become a fan!
Basically, the main reason I like Katniss is because she is a refreshingly realistic, flawed character. She is also rare in another way - Katniss is a well thought-out, well-written female character, rather than just being there to be a upendo intrest for a male hero (this might have somethig to do with the fact that Suzanne Collins herself is female).
The Hunger Games
In the first book, Katniss is motivated kwa a need to get out of the Hunger Games alive. She manipulates Peeta, kills people, and runs on base instincts. What a zaidi typical (read: Mary-Sueish) character would have done would...
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The Hunger Games
