Peeta frowns in concern and opens his mouth to ask about the strange things apparently happening to Daine - the other Daine - when this Daine asks him to draw something else. "I - okay," he agrees, not without a little hesitation.
What if he draws something else and it appears? Will he have to stop sketching forever? And painting, too? He doesn't think he could live like that. Or what if he draws something and it doesn't appear the way this Daine did? Would that mean the new power only works once? Or only works on things that are alive? Or only works on Daine?
He rolls his shoulders once, pushing the thoughts to the back of his mind. After a few moments of consideration about what to risk drawing, he settles on a chair. He could use a spare for company, and as chairs are inanimate objects there can't be any harm in it suddenly appearing.
With quick, sure strokes, he draws a chair very similar to the one in which he sits. He subconsciously adds in the smallest of details, giving the back of the chair an arching curve more common to District 12 than anything he's seen in Manhattan. Still, the sketch is complete in only a couple of minutes. He lifts his pencil from the paper and has just long enough to take in the picture as a whole before it disappears. A soft thunk announces the chair's arrival in his quarters, and he lifts his eyes from the pad to find it sitting in the corner.
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What if he draws something else and it appears? Will he have to stop sketching forever? And painting, too? He doesn't think he could live like that. Or what if he draws something and it doesn't appear the way this Daine did? Would that mean the new power only works once? Or only works on things that are alive? Or only works on Daine?
He rolls his shoulders once, pushing the thoughts to the back of his mind. After a few moments of consideration about what to risk drawing, he settles on a chair. He could use a spare for company, and as chairs are inanimate objects there can't be any harm in it suddenly appearing.
With quick, sure strokes, he draws a chair very similar to the one in which he sits. He subconsciously adds in the smallest of details, giving the back of the chair an arching curve more common to District 12 than anything he's seen in Manhattan. Still, the sketch is complete in only a couple of minutes. He lifts his pencil from the paper and has just long enough to take in the picture as a whole before it disappears. A soft thunk announces the chair's arrival in his quarters, and he lifts his eyes from the pad to find it sitting in the corner.