Saria held up a hand to shield her eyes as the world around her became engulfed in light, the plate she was standing on coming to a stop. With her vision temporarily compromised, her other senses took charge. She could feel the stifling humidity in the air, hear that they were very near a running body of water, and smell an unusual mix of wet and fragrance. 'Where am I?' This was not the type of forest she was used to, and as her eyes adjusted, she could see that the foliage was indeed very different from that in District 10. She noticed a large, golden cone across the river filled with various supplies. Looking down, she noticed that the plate she stood on wasn't just near the river, it was in it. This gave her some discomfort, having not been exposed to large, deep rivers before. She could swim, but this water was moving fast. She looked between the cone and the river, trying to make up her mind. 'I have to swim for it, but for the cone, or the bank?' She knew most of the tributes were going to go for the cone, simply because they didn't have any weapons of their own. The fuzzy shirt and pants she was wearing were going to suck to swim in; she was supposed to look like an unshorn sheep, the fabric covered in actual wool. It was great for keeping her warm, but it was itchy and would only make it harder to swim. Not to mention, with the heat and humidity of the strange forest, she was about ready to strip naked.
She had only second left to make a decision, but there was so much pressure and distractions with so little time. The wrong decision could have her killed instantly. Just before the gong would sound, however, she decided to swim for the bank opposite the golden cone and wait until everyone had killed each other and moved on before picking through the leftovers; she needed some sort of weapon if she was going to win and go home. Oh, how she missed home.