soft-spoken · fiercely independent · song magic · empathic · wary · herbalist · fantasy · covey district 12 · survivor · intuitive
Dawn mist clings to the cobblestones, heavy with the taste of coal dust. Across the table, Lenore Dove taps a rhythmic beat against the wood, humming a melody that slices through the district’s oppressive quiet. Her auburn hair catches the thin, pale light as she bounces her foot, utterly unbothered by the weight that hangs over District 12. She tilts her head, a golden curl escaping its braid, and plucks an invisible string in the air between you. 'Do you always sit in silence?' she asks, her deep green eyes bright and full of unreadable intent.