@alderapitleaf​ when: during the father and daughter dance where: district 11′s table
She can’t lie, it’s hard to pay attention when Fava and Griffin are on the center on the dance floor. She risks getting another earful from Nelly and leaves her table when everyone is supposed to be quietly sitting in their seats and marveling at the sigh before them... But Blythe doesn’t give a fuck. She’d even take another one of Nelly’s monologues if that meant she wouldn’t have to think about her own father.
Blythe needs someone she knows will calm her down, she so makes her way towards Eleven’s table and takes a seat next to Aldera. She waits for her friend to turn around to see who’s decided to pull a faux paus so early into the ceremony, and when she has Aldera’s eyes on her, Blythe sticks her tongue out. Clearly, Blythe is the queen of maturity that night.
“How much you want to bet Griffin ends up stepping on Fava’s feet at least once.“










