Uncaged Songbird

“Well, it is beautiful scenery, so it makes sense that you would be in awe of it.” Annie smiled, “It’s even more wonderful to live here. You get to spend so much time in the water, and with the sun beaming down. I would say it’s the perfect place to live.”

"That really does sound amazing. It's possible I might never leave now." As soon as the words left her lips, she realized how true they might be and her smile fell a bit. "Then again, I'm not sure I have a way home, so that might be more of a reality than I thought. Either way, it's a lovely place to be stuck." 

“Wow, you haven’t been out long. There are posters all around the city talking about The Lamb in Monument Island and the False Shepherd coming to lead you astray. I guess breaking you out counts as leading you astray… Is anyone chasing you? Because the guy who broke you out is a wanted man.”

"Is it that obvious?" She tried to play it off with a laugh. "So all of these posters and stories, you think they're about me? They're well known, though, right? And yet they were never mentioned in any of my books. You'd think something that important wouldn't be left out..." Her head was reeling from all this new information, she wasn't quite sure how to process all of it. Was she really someone special? She'd spent countless hours trying to figure out why she'd been trapped in that tower and when she saw that she'd been watched the whole time, she thought she'de figured it out then. But it seemed she was wrong. "Tell me more about all this." Maybe it would be easier to piece together if she knew the parts of the stories that had been omitted from her books all these years. "I'm not sure if Mr. DeWitt is coming after me. He probably is." She shook her head in disbelief. "All of this. Just for me?"

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I'd say. Though it's nice to see there are bodies left still breathing left in your presence. I imagine it doesn't occur often.

“Elizabeth.”  He repeated, the name sounding oddly familiar too him.  ”Pleasure to meet you, too.”  He nodded, smiling back at her gently.  He spaced out for a short moment, unable to take his mind off of the way her eyes looked… kind of like his own.  It almost felt like he was looking into his own eyes and, putting two and two together, he realized who he was standing in front of.

Elizabeth smiled back at him as greeted her, but as he spaced out, she titled her head to the side and narrowed her eyes. She tried to figure out what it is he might be pondering when she started to think how familiar he looked. Familiar face, familiar place, but she'd never seen either before. Had she? 

Finnick nodded, beginning to lead her down the winding path towards the ocean. “I have a gentleman’s calling when it comes to lost and wandering damsels.”

Elizabeth followed along beside him along the path. "So I'm a wandering damsel? I can't argue the lost part. Lucky for me I came across you and not someone devious then, isn't it?"

“Actually, no that doesn’t sound crazy. You’re the lamb. There are posters up and everything. Seriously. Like, people worship you. That explains everything! … Like Monument Island being destroyed. What happened up there, anyways?”

"The Lamb? I've never read anything about worshiping a Lamb other than in the Bible. What are you talking about? I don't see how that explains anything. As for my tower, there was a man who... who helped me escape. And Songbird wasn't to keen on the idea."