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Prim still cuddled up in her mother’s side. She was so scared, to say the least. “I-I hated it. It was so scary.” All she wanted was comfort and to never talk about it ever again. But she knew she would have to.
It was easier to mother Prim than Katniss. Melina could still tap into her instincts when it came to her littlest duck, stroking her wheat colored hair with a pale hand to chase the dreams away. If her parents were still alive, they would have loved Prim. She would have been spoiled endlessly.
“Do you want me to sing the meadow lullaby? Like Katniss does?”















