She's so young

♟▌    the footsteps are unexpected but not unwelcomed              as they interrupt her racing thoughts left to wander as free              as the line of her pencil across starch white paper. brown              irises lead the movement of her head, a slight turn to one              side to see the trademark blonde hair and sea colored eyes.

♟▌    finnick odair. the name comes to her first, but              only in the silence of her mind. her tongue is frozen,              as it has been since her interview with caeser three              days ago--the night of bright lights and images she              rather forget than celebrate. she should say some-              thing. anything as the famed victor stands above her.

♟▌    THE metal feels foreign in her hand, the knife carved            from a single piece of metal --far more graceful and            smooth than any farmtool she’s encountered. but it’s            not as if they’ll let her keep it. so when the clock hands            reach five before the hour, she creeps from her shadowed            corner to the edge of the training center, wide brown eyes            taking in the clatter of weapons and those only a few years            older than her yet so much more cruel. 

          ❝ the ROBIN and the BLUEBIRD               ---------------piping loud,                           filled all the BLOSSOMING                            orchards with their glee ❞

     Boots scuff against rock as she settles      next to the girl, brown eyes curious as      she looks over.