The Future Mockingjay🕊️

Chapter Six

▫️Katniss▫️

"Let's get you ready for the parade, see what the...new sylist...thinks of you" I told Willow, biting my lip. Its hard without Cinna around. "Here she is, Alexandra." I gave her a smile.

"Oh, just call me Alex, you don't owe me anything, you know." She says simply, waving her hand.

"Are you from the...Capitol?" I asked hesitantly.

"Oh, no. I'm from 2. District 2. Me and Cinna, we are...were childhood friends." She smiled sadly. "I missed him when he came here, and I still do."

"I'm so sorry, Alex. I didn't know..."

"Oh, you should know him better than I do. He must have changed over the years! Oh, here's your clothes. For...Willow"

I decided to trust her. Too.

I looked to Willow, hands clutching her robe, replacing Prim's dress.

When I looked back to Alex, her face had harden. "It's not fair to put a child in The Hunger Games." She said softly as she held out the clothes, tears brimming her hazel eyes. I looked at her more closely.

She could be a model. Her auburn hair was left natural, with a few strands of gold highlights. Her arched eyebrows was placed balancedly in her features. With a small nose and slightly pouting mouth to complete the look. She wore a pair of jeans with a baby blue top, adorned with glitter.

I handed the dress to Willow. It was short, coming up only to her knees. Gold glitter glued evenly, with little curling flames going up from the end of the dress. It looked beautiful.

The girl with the flames.

The girl on fire.

Not much difference there.

I smiled. "Look in the mirror, Willow."

Up until now, she had shut her eyes tight. She opened them slowly, then, her mouth opened with a pleased gasp.

"Wow...I...I look...pretty! Thank you, Alex!" She twirled, the flames joining together, making a tall, wide fire.

"Its my job, dear" She said, and I see a hint of pride as she looks at Willow. "It's time to go. The parade is starting soon."  She paused. "Own it."