You were one of the covey. Bright, colourful travellers. You loved singing and dancing as much as anyone. But you especially liked her.

She was dancing around with younger covey members, singing and playing her guitar, hair still in damp ringlets from swimming in the lake earlier. Her mentor, Coriolanus Snow, had returned to the Capitol. You were so so glad they only had a mutually beneficial situationship rather than something more…

You knew that the games changed people. But this was the same old Lucy Gray you’d always known…sweet and kind and just…perfect. Her soft accent reverberated through the trees as she sang.