Cinder jumped a few trees away from the crowd of two, she needed to get moving. She climbed down, being quite a distance from the two. She decided upon a plan: hide, form no alliances, trust no one, and stay alive. Her mentor told her to form alliances, to help bring in sponsors - but Cinder was focused on staying alive, and nothing else. Walking quietly, she wondered how many people already died, but no cannon shots were fired. She continued to walk, when something caught her senses - something she could hear and smell. Water. She could smell the damp smell that water holds, and went at it.
She approached a tiny little stream, where had it originated from? She didn't know. It stopped where she was, in a little pool. Reaching desperately into her pack, she filled up her canteen, which emptied the entire pool. There had to be more water somewhere. This tiny pool... it couldn't be it. She knew the stream would refill the pool - but having to come back here to fill up and then wait until it refilled. Crazy. She looked around, and then put the canteen away. Time to find a place to rest.