Ailis Olivia Farrow -- District Eleven

Someday
The balls of her feet will tip
Her toes will dig in the earth
And she will leap and cut the strings
Someday

“ t h e r e a r e s o m e t h i n g s t h e w o r l d w o u l d n e v e r u n d e r s t a n d ”

h e r e i n o u r l a n d , w h i c h w e c a l l e a r t h | ailis olivia farrow
o r s o m e t i m e s , o u r p l a n e t | ailis, and nothing else; call her olivia and die
b i l l i o n s y e a r s o l d | seventeen
w e c a l l h e r o u r m o t h e r | female
b u t s h e h i d e s a n d w e s u r v i v e o n o u r o w n | district eleven

“ l i k e h o w t h e w o r l d b u i l d s a n d d e s t r o y s a t t h e s a m e t i m e ”

Ailis―along with Sage, Nisrina, Lily and Avina―was born in the middle of autumn. That magical moment when healthy green leaves turn dry and brittle, from the palest yellow to a vivid orange they transform. Legends live on in District Eleven, and the stories of old folks involving witchcraft and ethereal forces are only proof. Her grandmother, before she passed away―or moved on to the afterlife―used to blabber on how Ailis’ hair used to pale, like her father’s, but the autumn goddess took pity in her hair and shared the ravishing pigments of a red leaf to her hair. Old people and their tales.

Ailis never believes in them―Yellow never turns into red, it’s impossible―even muttering about it being meaningless and “the gods must be crazy

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Adelfa is a strong girl, and her hair color―a beautiful red―shows exactly that. Not the bursting at the seams, in-yo-face kind of strong, but strong, like sit in silence kind of strong. She came from a rather large family with no male offspring other than the eldest son, and female triplets. Multiple births were common in her family's generation; her grandmother gave birth to her uncles, who were twins. Her father was a District Eleven official, and her mother was absolutely protective of her children, even constantly barging in their personal affairs. So it isn't really much of a shock when all of them had arranged marriages, from affluent families likewise their age. District Eleven was a vast land, albeit poor, but any form of governance and power of the masses was considered very much valuable, and Adelfa's family wasn't going to take any chances on letting that power slip by a wreckball marriage to someone who couldn't even feed himself. And Adelfa would've been fine by that, because she had seen her brother's fiancée―and she was absolutely darling―if only she hadn't been in love with someone else and her betrothed such an ass.

Meet Reed, the young farmer who is as gorgeous as his flaxen hair. Not every girl in school fell head over heels over him, but there's only one girl he likes, and that was no one else except Adelfa. The rest of the school's population never crosses her or tries to be best friends with her because, well, she is the daughter of a government official, so naturally, people suck up to her. Adelfa knows this all too well, and remained silent at the back of the room. People always try to coax her out of her shell, like inviting her to parties or simply just hang out. But she always declines, except when it was a social gathering of a family friend, because then she gets to be with her siblings. But Reed didn't care about her status over him. All he wanted was her, and nothing else. His friends keep telling him that it wasn't worth it, since she never talks, or "she's way too out of your league," but miracles happen don't they?

A miracle indeed happen. Adelfa needed someone who relied on what he can do, not on what he was born of, and Reed... well, he needed her like how every other smitten lad would. Perhaps they were a family of miracles, perhaps a family of seven miracles, now all grown up and living as happy as any other oppressed family in Panem can be.

But Ailis? She wanted more.

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c o d e w o r d | odair
a n d w h i l e h e r f a c e | bonnie wright
r e m a i n s t r u e , l i k e s t a t u e | farrow family plot
i t b r e a k s | none c:

i f w e l i s t e n | narration; 665555
w o u l d w e h e a r | speaking; 885566
h e r c r i e s | others; 553333
t h a t b u r y t h e m s e l v e s | emphasis; B39C9C
i n h e r m i n d ? | thoughts; AA99AA

a n a u t h o r ' s n o t e | <3

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