beatrice alcott, district two | cbd3 | finished

Patience will always be the answer.

For all the tiny conflicts in her life, Bea has created a steady habit of turning a blind eye to them. See no evil, and in turn, speak no truth. She's a smart student, but her core is soft and timid. For all her endurance and graceful footwork, the idea of close combat terrifies her, and therefore she has given up all ambition to ever be anything more than an average career. The pageantry means little to her.

She's nothing more than the same rich girl you see at every other party, face as pretty as an open rose and an identity as fleeting as the fragrance. Her name plays on tongues like metaphors, fingers dancing across shirt collars. While her siblings fret over legacies and desires, she blurs into the background, walks the path that has been charted for her, safe and fast and easy. For all her weaknesses, she has a clever talent for attracting powerful people.

The greatest treasures in life are not meant to be bled over.

Let the world keep all the rust, and let her be crowned in gold.