thereâs an innate calm that flows through her, the realisation just now setting in that nothingâll come close to the exhilaration felt during the reaping⊠not for a while now, not until the games themselves begin, marked by a lone gong sounding out across the arena. how lux longs for it already⊠the young girl both at peace and at ease with her situation, unlike many of the tributes reaped today she expects â god, she can almost picture them now, the distraught, defeated expressions drawn across faces belonging the lower districtsâ tributes⊠nine, ten, eleven, twelve, all so disturbed by the predicament theyâd found themselves in. the thought amuses her, so much so that a devious, little smile tugs itself at rosy, puckered lips, teal eyes, in contrast, falling upon those of her new mentor, familiar ones at that.  â consider them enjoyed. â is her reply, simple and nonchalant in tone though her face betrays her; excitement and eagerness rippling through those same pools of blue as the two begin on business.Â
   â care to indulge me now, or is your vision something iâll have to wait for?  â his words only fuel her passion as she settles comfortably into plush blue velvet. sheâs seen his games, though they were before her time, it was her duty to do so⊠as a once-potential tribute of district one, there to represent it just as heâd once done, lux finds herself trusting his judgement, his experience. heâs been in her position and in her mind, thereâs no doubt that sheâll soon be in his. â  thatâs what i want, the sponsors, the tributes⊠hell, everybody watching wrapped around my finger, trusting my every word. itâs what iâm good at⊠acting, putting on a good show. that, and poison. my knowledge is extensive, if i can get my hands on a blowgun, darts and the necessary toxins⊠the gamesâll be losing their tributes at rapid pace.  âÂ
Her answerâs considered with a curve of lips and he allows tones of bright green to catch a glimpse of the rather shiny object on bony, left index heâs been carrying ever since he was chosen as the mentor. It, the ring, represents the status of their district, the luxury, bright jewelry and an essence of giving out the self you put on a silver platter - the one that blinds with bright laughter, stories and close ties to the Capitol and the same essence that would later secure the audienceâs heart. Named after the habits of Panemâs metropolis (Dyon, godlike in presence after Dionysus,a nature god of fruitfulness), itâs a life his parents chose for him early on. If the youngerâs smart and willing to listen, thereâs no doubt theyâve found a worthy successor in either her or the blondeâs male counterpart. In most categories, Lux appears a close to perfect fit, he thinks to himself in needed silence and even though theyâre off to a solid base, thereâs no rest for the ones who come out to be winners. â Weâll see how impressive that really is. The toxins, I like that. A different approach, I see. You just canât rely too much on that. â
He nods, his gaze falling onto the blondeâs face to underline given advice. Knowledge was excellent, leading up to the life of a trickster, even, but brains could only get you so far in the wrong kind of setting.  â But the ARENA doesnât care. And the others donât care as long as they got two legs and a will to flee. Now, you canât let them, you know that. I tolerate no exceptions. â Words are spoken as a fact, not a question as he doesnât take her for a fool just yet and if she were to disobey instructions, the younger must be one to get on his bad side.  â Iâll let you know soon enough. Youâre their ideal, their friend and daughter. Weâre making them BELIEVE. Ever given an interview? â