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the  final  touch  to  her  getup  comes  in  the  shape  of  fur.  of  course,  what  used  to  be  en  -  vogue  back  in  her  capitol  prime  really  couldn't  make  the  streets  these  days,  but  occasions  such  as  this  one  truly  warrant  a  little  extra  dash  of...  creativity.  effie  usually  sticks  to  ribbons  these  days,  as  she  did  for  most  of  her  stay  in  thirteen,  but  fur  really  shows  some  effort.   &  this  deserves  her  effort.  it's  not  everyday  that  her  dear  victor,  the  very  first  under  her  care  at  that,  agrees  to  go  out  with  her.  &   truly,  effie  couldn't  wait  to  find  out  just  what  this  '  observatory  '  place  was  about.  underground scene,  she  would've  guessed,  but  not  so  much  if  it's  something  her  darling  @reflecthid  frequents.  no  offense  intended,   of  course.  so  it's  fur  head  to  toe.  leopard  at  that.  hair  is  her  own,  a  post  -  war  concession,  but  goes  all  the  way  down  to  her  waist  in  impeccable  blonde  waves.   fur  on  her  hair,  too.  she  puts  one  long  leg  on  display  out  the  doorframe  to  catch  the  other  woman's  attention,  then  waltzes  into  the  living  room  with  a  swoon.   a  pause  —   cue  the  imaginary  standing  o'.  she  notices  how  her  outfit  &   wiress'  look  virtually  nothing  alike,  feels her features sour at the realization, then  rebuilds a smile with the reminder that  this  is  just  the  way  her  friend  is.  it's  not  like  she's  all  about  dressing  up  for  parties  like  herself.  "   so.  what  do  you  think?  "

wiress is seated at her desk - both excited yet filled with utter confusion as to why effie had been so thrilled to go to the observatory. the conversation had started simply . . . what do you do for fun around here? for wiress, it was a very straightforward answer ! ever since she was a messy haired child, she had always taken interest in the sky and all that it holds. she would sneak out of her window and hike up to the observatory when her parents thought she was out studying with her friends and would spend hours sketching the constellations in her notebook. while effie had entertained her fascination from the moment she was assigned to wiress' prep team, she had never been this excited to look at the stars before. so naturally, wiress was a bit lost. gentle hands are packing her notebook, colored pens, and pencils when she hears effie. she turns and her eyebrows are pulled upwards involuntarily at the sight, her mouth opening and closing. speechless. the outfit was clearly touched by effie - sprinkled with a drama uniquely her own. wiress looks down at her own outfit - cargo pants and a t - shirt, and suddenly she's even more confused.

✱ THE CLUE:                 ⤷   @reflecthid (  wiress )   in the  study  with a  dagger. 

nose scrunches - what look? immediately, eyebrows crease inwards, subtle pout settling on features as haymitch refills his glass. it's not exactly a look of annoyance, but it is a look she reserved for few - her younger brother, ampert, and haymitch. voice is soft and gentle, a true reflection of her own energy. " i didn't have a look. "

` HOW MANY SUNSETS HAS SHE WATCHED SINK BELOW THE OCEAN'S EDGE? with toes seeking the cool embrace of sand, and fingers following suit – scooping up the terrain into palm to watch as the granules slip between fingers in steady streams. the shoreline stretches as far as the eye can see, but this spot was sacred. three clicks south of district four’s busiest pier – she’d spent most of her formative years there – where the coast curved lazily, shaped by the eroding waves over the decades. and as the shore receded, it’d left a cove behind, a sacred retreat – a place of solitude.

the sound of waves colliding with the rocks was foreign but more than welcomed to her ears. in all the chaos surrounding her victory tour, wiress was thankful for an escape from prying eyes in the company of mags - the woman who radiated safety from the moment wiress found herself in her company. the words scripted for her by her escort were left behind, her stomach no longer tying itself into knots whenever she spoke. those feelings were stowed away for now and replaced with temporary peace . . . for however long it may last.

↪     𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑩𝑰𝑫 ᶜᵘʳᶤᵒˢᶤᵗʸ .    (  a  collection  of  various unsorted question prompts .  adjust  phrasing  as  necessary .   will  be  updated  frequently .  )