"Octavia Voss. Better known as The Siren...Capitol's 'It Girl,' the 'Party Girl.' The people there would kill just for a chance to spend an evening with her."
"So she's the Capitol's whore?"
"Easy, Tavia's more than just a face for Capitol entertain...
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Poseidon's rage outside mirrors the turmoil that rages in Octaivas mind. Her thoughts are a whirlwind of emotions for her father, for her brother, for tomorrow's events. Tomorrow is the reaping for the 67th annual Hunger Games. Her name will be entered five times. Two for her age, and three for tesserae for her mother, brother and herself.
It's not just the fear creeping in due to the games, but also for her father. Arthur Voss left with his crew ten days ago and has been missing ever since. Double the length of time the storm has been harassing the beachside town. Arthur Voss was the captain of a smaller fishing boat for deep sea fishing.
But, just like any fisherman's family, they knew that his absence was an indication that something went wrong.
The last ten days had been eerily quiet in the Voss household. Each day, the older Voss members waited for the eldest to return. At night, Thalor, the youngest, would slip into bed beside his older sibling. Though only eight, he couldn't escape the sense of change that filled the air—a shift in the family he didn't fully understand but deeply felt.
Only the closeness of his sibling eased the unease that lingered in the quiet.
Octavia held Thalor tightly, wrapping her arms around his smaller frame as the storm raged outside. His body shook with every crack of thunder, and she could feel the tension in his muscles, his fear palpable.
Running her fingers gently through his dark blonde curls, she whispered softly, "It's okay, Thalor. I've got you." She pressed her cheek against the top of his head, offering as much comfort as she could.
Her voice was barely above a hum as she began to sing a soft, familiar tune, something their mother used to sing. The wind howled and the rain battered the windows, but her melody was like a blanket, warm and calming, pushing back the storm's fury just enough to ease his trembling.
Close your eyes, my little one,The sea is calm, the day is done.Feel the waves, they rock you slow,In dreams, to distant lands we'll go.Stars above, they softly gleam,Guiding you through every dream.Fish will dance and dolphins play,In the ocean's gentle sway.Rest your head, the night is near,In my arms, there's naught to fear.By the waves, you'll safely sleep,In dreams, the ocean's secrets keep.
𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃
After a couple of hours of sleep, Octavia was gently woken by her mother, Tabitha. In the dim light, Tabitha led her daughter to the tub, washing away the last traces of saltwater from her skin. Once she was clean and dried, her mother carefully braided random pieces her hair, while the rest of her wavy hair cascaded freely down her back.
Tabitha then brought out a sea-green dress, one of the most beautiful things Octavia had ever seen. It flowed just above her knees, with delicate sleeves that reached her wrists, and a soft rope belt of the same color that loosely tied around her waist, giving the dress a gentle, effortless elegance.
