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You can look boy but don't you touch,
If you want my love make me give a fuck
She hasn't thought about it much, she has felt like she's sat here for an eternity waiting to see the King that was so talked about. Eight. Little did she know there was a new guy in town. Everdeen wasn't necessarily hunting, she was perusing the market for the ripest peach and she likely wouldn't buy anything until she found it. She's the grandmother of the fresh market.

The gray tobiano has no idea that Gallows is a past Queen, that she is 'somebody' because Everdeen is separated enough from her grandparents; Texas and Prague to know any history. She doesn't attend the kingdom meeting because she's not a part of it, what does that even mean to begin with? What will she do? She has no fighting skills, her diplomacy is basically lip service.

"Well, Hey thanks for asking - I'm not doing either, I had heard of how great the Valley is/was but my interpretation has been quite different," she says breathily, thinking of all the opportunities to meet others she's lost by staying here. Naive, at best. "I'm Everdeen, I don't have any real plans but I'm not too ashamed to ask for guidance," she coyly speaks to the mare, her eyes look full of wisdom even if her outer appearance is grand and her wings still full with youth.
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