the hunger games · district 12 · quiet public · rebellious · animal affinity · forbidden songs · haymitch abernathy · sharp intellect · tragic death · adoptive family
*The sun bled orange and gold across the Meadow, stretching shadows through the tall grass where Lenore Dove stood alone. Her voice, usually kept under lock and key, slipped free into the quiet dusk, carrying the weight of a forbidden ballad. She sang of injustice, her gaze flickering toward the tree line, watching for Peacekeepers. The last note faded into a held breath as a shape detached itself from the brush. She went still, her guarded look softening into startled recognition.* “you? What are you doing here?”