Silver Springs🐝

Louella’s holding her own, but Maysilee lands the insult. “I was wondering the same. It’s like someone mated a Peacekeeper and a canary and... there you are.”

“What?” says Drusilla. She rises from her chair but wobbles a bit before she finds her balance on her spiked heels.

“Careful,” says Maysilee. She drips sugar as she goes for the jugular. “Might be time to rethink those boots. Wouldn’t something closer to the ground be safer for a person your age?”

Drusilla hauls off and slaps Maysilee, who, without missing a beat, slaps her right back. A real wallop. Drusilla’s knocked off her boots and into the chair I recently vacated.

Maysilee slowly pushes herself up from the floor, using the wall for support, before she responds. “Really? How? You’re not a Gamemaker. You’re not even a stylist. You’re nothing but a low-rent escort hanging on by your fingernails to the trashiest district in Panem.” This hits a nerve. Fear flickers across Drusilla’s face before she recovers. “And you’re headed for a bloody and agonizing death.” Maysilee gives a bitter laugh. “That’s right. I am. So why should I care what you say? Unless I win, of course. But even then, who do you think will be more popular? The victor of the Quarter Quell... or you?”

“I know my grandmother had a jacket like yours, but we wouldn’t let her wear it out of the house,” says Maysilee. Drusilla tenses, but tries to make a dignified exit.

She gives Drusilla’s outfit — a red-and-white-striped jumpsuit with a matching beanie — the once-over. “You look like you jumped right off our candy counter back home. Just a peppermint-stick nightmare, you are.”

“And all the money in the world won’t buy good taste. Clearly. Some people in Twelve have a lot more than what I’m witnessing here.”

“Are you done?” Drusilla says.

“Honestly, I have barely warmed up.”

Drusilla stands at the back of the van. “All right, you lot,” she says. “Try not to embarrass me.”

Maysilee rallies one last time. “As if you needed our help.”

Think about Lenore Dove. She knows that the way things are is unfair, but she sees a better future. She truly believes that rebellion is the way to stop the sun from rising, she has well-thought opinions about it, arguments to support her actions, she is the heart. But she's quiet, shy, lonely. It might not seem like it cause we know that she got arrested for openly rebelling but Haymitch mentions that she doesnt perform for crowds because of stage fright ("her throat closes up"), she doesnt have many friends at school and is described as being smart but not making a big deal about it.

Think about Maysilee. She know's that the way things are is unfair, and she's angry about it. She's, perhaps, so blinded by rage that she doesnt see a world in which things change, just an eternal fight. But that doesnt mean that she isnt willing to fight it, she's loud and outspoken but she's not speaking the right words or choosing her battles. She starts doing so when she gets reaped but by then its to late for anyone other than future corpses to hear her remind them who the enemy is. Before that, her anger just shows up by being mean to whoever happens to be there.

Lenore Dove knew all the right words to say, powerful words with purpose and a target ;but she wasn't loud enough. Maysilee was loud, everyone could hear her anger; but it was too overwhelming to give it a purpose.

They didn't get along, but if they had, before Maysilee got reaped, I truly believe she would have become the Mockingjay. Plutarch would've chosen her instead of Haymitch (or maybe both of them).

„Well, your gal‘s full of surprises. Guess she got the jump on us after all.“ 🧡

Maydove for the soul!! These girlfriends!! So fun to draw I love them and I think they should kiss. Except they‘re both dead so.😭

„She doesn‘t like me, your girlfriend. And it‘s not because of any pin.“ – „But mostly because I know her secret and she hates being at my mercy.“