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