[ At first, with wide, stunned eyes, everything seems indistinct. There are corridors and multicoloured robes, big arching windows and secret courtyards, but all of it swims by in a blur until, surprisingly, Katniss finds herself relaxing. Who cares where they're going? It's been a few months now even by her reckoning that she last felt so free - and then, out in the woods with Gale, they'd moved at a cat's languid pace and she'd been in charge.
This is more like driving. Or - no, like riding. Giving up control and letting life decide for you what happens next. It's not quite the same as barreling full steam on a train through crowds of screaming people, but there's still something exhilarating about it and she actually finds herself smiling. After rolling her eyes, of course.
It's only when they pass what looks like an enormous set of staircases that she tugs back in resistance. ]
You didn't give me your name! [ Not that he'd have had the opportunity between, you know, the burning and the screaming!!!! ]
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This is more like driving. Or - no, like riding. Giving up control and letting life decide for you what happens next. It's not quite the same as barreling full steam on a train through crowds of screaming people, but there's still something exhilarating about it and she actually finds herself smiling. After rolling her eyes, of course.
It's only when they pass what looks like an enormous set of staircases that she tugs back in resistance. ]
You didn't give me your name! [ Not that he'd have had the opportunity between, you know, the burning and the screaming!!!! ]