◆ ❝And I will love to see that day, that day was mine...❞ Laika had only really processed that she would be performing in front of thousands of Capitol cats when she was in the air balloon. Her legs, dipped in black coal and ink, trembled inside the hot air balloon as she stared down at all of the cats. Her golden plates shimmered as the fire reflected them. Whilst the gold certainly would've weighed down any other cat, Laika, as awful as her posture was, seemed to have no trouble adjusting to the weight of the metal on her fur. Whilst Laika wasn't all too familiar with design ever since, well, District 12 happened, she was sure that her designer had purposefully only inked the black on her legs to show that there was more to District 12. They weren't all miners and sad orphans - they had some of the most precious minerals in the entirety of Panem. It was a sweet thought, if a bit naïve. Her ear flicked at the abrupt loud cheering, and then... she imagined Cobra. The stylist she'd talked to. *Her* stylist, she meant, how she'd promised to at least *try* to make a good impression for her. So, awkwardly, she gave a wave out to the crowd. It wasn't much, but it was far more than she would've done had not she promised. Laika was scared out of her thoughts when a lantern drifted past her hot air balloon. Instinctively, she reached out to catch it in her paws, holding it carefully. Oh... it matched the black of her balloon, didn't it? The tribute gazed up at the crowd. Maybe she had one supporter after all - even if it didn't count for much. Laika found herself holding the lantern closer. It meant the world. ◆ ❝When she will marry me outside by the willow tree, and play the songs we made...❞ ------------------------------------------------------------------------- CREDITS: ┊Art: @--sammy AKA @gabe-dubois ┊Program Used: N/A ┊Character: Laika Volkova (owned by me) ┊Audio: Postcards from Italy (Demo) - Florence & the Machine
