[ flora’s parade outfit ]

Instructions

Flora watched her stylist lay upon her a stunning dress of fog, no, smoke. It shifted from all sorts of grays and purples, never staying the same. She could even see little hints of pink in there! Upon her head we’re strands of pink and orange fairy lights, sparkling in the setting sun and giving her face a stunning glow. Fireflies were dappled along with the smoke cloak and near her crown. The smoke curved onto her legs and face, and the fireflies created a halo above her head. A few jewels were wrapped around her legs and paws, golden and glowing. She would stand out in the crowd of tributes, she was sure of it. I mean, who wouldn’t? With the dark setting of the shifting gown and glowing scenery, she looked as if she was the only cat in the room. Hopefully, she'd out stage the completion. Maybe Lilian, wherever she was, would see Flora. Her stylist finished fixing everything up and shooed her outside ... Flora thought she knew what was coming. It was the same thing every year, but as soon as she left her stylist, she noticed something very different. There were boats instead of carriages. All the District One cats were already outside, some whispering among themselves. Her boat had lights all along its sides, and fireflies shining in the air. It was stunning but quite simple … but what was that? Flora spotted a wire, simple and thin. Oh my. Her stylist gave her /that/ look. A shiver went down her spine as a handsome boy walked up to her. His fur was curly and flopped into his eyes, which were a creamy brown. He wore a tuxedo that had strange stuff under it. Huh. How odd. Flora didn’t have the weird stuff— unless … she did. How could she not notice this?! Well, it was too late to turn back. "My name is Roberto," He said was a bow. "I assume you are Miss. Flora?" He was so polite. So sweet. Just like Lilian. "Y- Yes." She stammered. "Are you going to … help me up?" She asked. Roberto give her a shy smile and shook his head gently. "No," he said. "I'm here to dance with you." Flora wasn’t following, but she knew she was running out of time to protest any longer. She dainty hopped up onto the boat, Roberto following. As she started walking forwards a cat slipped something onto her back. No time. As she went onto the front of her boat, the crowd gasped. Roberto put his paws on Flora’s hips gently. And then the smoke started to pour out of her back, and her paws lifted from the floor. She gasped gently and Roberto held her tighter. And then the song began, slow and smooth, perfect for dancing. Flora went backward, the smoke pouring from her dress, making it look like she and Roberto were flying. As they began to dance, Flora realized with a horrible thought all the other tributes could see this. Kvi would see this. Why did that bother her? As the dancing came to a stop, the two landed gently on the ground. The crowd's applause sounded like they were pleased. Good. The crowd was suddenly chatting about something, but Flora couldn’t make it out. Kill? Well, of course, she was going to kill, just not here! Then Roberto turned her head to the side and touched his nose with her. Oh. They were screaming kiss. Flora tried not to scowl. She had to say something. "Hello, Panem," Flora said to the crowd with a bow. "I am Flora from District Two, and I have to say something to a special someone." The crowd murmured to each other and a few even looked hopeful. A light breeze blew through her boat and a mixture of smoke and fog created a wall around her. "For my lover, I wish thou the best days and nights. I wish you a heart of gold and silver, as one of tin and foil rusts. I wish for thou a life beyond me, beyond these walls. I wish thou could live with me, but the no odds have tipped towards us. I wish you a final thing. A heart once you escape, to love you as I have once done, to care for you for thou’s days. I hope with all my heart, that these chances could be broken, but we both know, my darling, we have no hope." The smoke covered her face and chest, hiding her from the crowd. She could hear them chattering, words of excitement and awe. Flora, tired from dancing, slipped back into her dressing room … Most of my work in the writing department was deleted soo … yeah it’s not great. The art is just … there. Not a good example, sorry. Could you tell I was tired while doing this? I hope not.