Colors. Lots of colors. Slithering and hissing snakes that were the most beautiful thing Lamina has ever seen.

Though she quickly snapped herself out of that somewhat amazed daze once she heard the screech of Mizzen crying out for Coral, a screech that was soon muffled by the snakes.

Lamina ran up to the stands of the run-down arena, watching as the snakes claimed yet another victim. Reaper, the tribute who assisted her had accepted his fate. Then that Lucy Gray was gone, dead at the hands of Coral, whose death followed suit soon after.

Lamina wasn’t sure what happened to her district partner, though the chance he was dead was rather high. But before Lamina could have a chance to think of it any longer, an aircraft hovered above the arena, scooping her up into its clutches.

Next thing Lamina knows, she’s being manhandled back into the cattle cart that brought her to the damn Capitol in the first place, crumpled money shoved into her pockets.

The trip was as long as Lamina remembered, with the cattle cart jostling her and slamming her around. Till finally, finally it stopped. The doors opened and she was dropped out onto the platform. The smell of pine trees immediately bringing her back to her senses.

Wobbling to her feet, Lamina dazedly glanced around, it took her a few moments to process the figure in front of her. {{user}}. Oh, it was {{user}}! She’d missed them more than anything!