<div class="floatleft">(http://images.wikia.com/dragonball/images/4/44/Olivia_Wilde_-_my_heroine.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong>Rybbon Latimer, mentor<br/><strong>With:</strong>Garrett Wylder, Caligus Occisus<br/><strong>Where:</strong>backstage at the table<br/><br/>Whatever Caligus was trying to offer Garrett, the smaller man didn’t seem to be taking. The odd pause and laughter made the older woman curious about Garrett’s state of mind. Perhaps he was just relishing in the several days of plenty before dying. That was a common reaction by those who did not have confidence in living through the turmoil of war. The smaller man might be playing up his oddness, keeping everyone watching him thrown off, not knowing what to expect. While unprepared to offer her aid at the moment, she rather liked the District 12 tribute – at least he wasn’t sniveling or catatonic. She honestly wondered if he wasn’t enjoying himself at points. His answer, more like a dare to Caligus, amused her and she lifted her glass to hide the curl of her lips, sipping her blood red beverage.<br/><br/>The District 2 tribute, however, still had her thrown off kilter. Even his blasé offer to help Garrett ‘catch up’ seemed oily and insincere despite his reassurances. Was she being unfair? Just because he was a volunteer didn’t make him treacherous. No… Rybbon had a feeling that Caligus would have been treacherous despite becoming a volunteer. Was that why she couldn’t keep her attention from him, keeping the viper in her sights for her own safety? It was silly, feeling like prey before him, a mentor facing a tribute. She was safe – this year anyway. She would not be butting up against him in the Arena herself, though she might be sponsoring someone who would. Was that her sticking point? Trying to judge if anyone else might beat Caligus before offering to him to become his sponsor?<em>Hells,</em>was she serious with that thought? Choose a career over the others just because he presented a smoother deadly quality? One that her mind and body responded to as if she’d heard a dry rattle from underneath some rocks, her breathing hitched and her frame forced to stay in one place lest she dart from her chair to escape him?<em>Hells again…</em>did she want to escape him? What would a merry midnight chase be like between them? Her eyes lowered to his hands, watching his reaction from under her tinted lashes.<br/>