Like many of the tributes, Asha's clothes were unfamiliar to her; unlike most, though, it was because they were a bizarre style she'd never seen before, not even among the ladies in the south or east. She didn't have time to spend on picking at the clothes, not yet, not when she saw the arena she'd be fighting in and her opponents for the first time.

Only one could leave alive, and she was determined to be that one. After all, she had unfinished business to take care of back home.

They didn't leave her her weapon, but she could see the supplies scattered about in the center of the circle, and when the gong rang she took off running to grab what she could and make her stand.