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Surprisingly, there had not been too many horrid interactions at the Victor’s Party, granted it is still early in the evening, so she won’t exactly be holding her breath either. Roux has always been so much better at these sorts of affairs than she has anyways, so she allows them to take the lead on chatting while she keeps a watchful eyes right by their side. Her desire to stay close, to slip in between, on the chance that someone gets a bit too friendly, leaves her head on a constant swivel: always watching, always ready to act. When her eyes land, instead, on a rather friendly face, fingers press gently to the back of Roux’s arm as she lets them know that she’ll be back.
Dawn’s presence is a gift, truly, which comes as a surprise given her affiliations with the capitol. There were so few that were able to break their way through in general, but Swann has seen through the years the intense care Dawn has for her tributes and victors alike, and if she’s learned anything from her role as a victor, it’s that you do not get to decide what you can do with your life. The capitol chooses for you.
She forces a small smile onto her lips at Dawn’s greeting. Pleasantries, no doubt, as there really is nothing lovely about this evening in the slightest. It’s a time to celebrate the loss and murder of 23 ( or in this year’s case 22 ) young lives, two of which who had entrusted with their lives. The offer for a stroll however… well she’d never object to an offer for escape from the crowd. ❝ How could I say no to such a kind face? ❞ Swann takes a slight pause as she begins to move in the direction for the gardens before adding on, ❝ Have you had a chance to meet the two newest victors yet? ❞
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The Capitol is a small place, Dawn thinks, The Games, even smaller. Even those who didn’t know one another seemed to cross paths rather often. Such seemed to be the case with the victor before her. In person, Swann, certainly lived up to her reputation, every bit the glowing victor that Capitol had come to expect of her. Swann had been a career, yes, but it was hard to envision her as anything but the composed star before her.
“Oh, wonderful,” Dawn smiles at the woman’s acceptance of her invitation. She doesn’t know Swann, not well, but she’s always felt there was something compelling about the victor. It was easy to be swept up in the grandeur of the Capitol, but there was something distinctly grounded about Swann’s presence, something Dawn could truly appreciate.
“Only very briefly,” Dawn admits, “It often feels like I’m being pulled in a million different directions at these sort of events, though I’m sure you, of all people know the feeling better than I,” Dawn offers truthfully. “I suppose it’s why I’ve needed to make a brief escape from the crowd tonight.”
“But how about you? I can only assume you’ve had a chance to meet the newest members of your ranks. It’s not every day you have not one, but two, new faces to add to the mix...”










