Elysian hadn't anticipated the cold would be so biting... certainly, the snow had begun to settle in District 6... but there he’d had thick jackets... now he possessed nothing but a toga... a splendid toga, to be fair... he truly hadn't given Elutherios enough credit... He slowly proceeded towards the chariot... two paws assisted him up... white horses... golden veins... the snow fluttered down in a delicate dance... he supposed Ganymede was QUITE the idol indeed... stolen from his homeland... compelled to serve the gods... the eternal cupbearer... and then the horse lurched forward... When they screamed his name... he refused to look... he didn't even attempt to... he stared forward, never gazing upon the crowd... he had no need for THEM to be pretty... Flowers were cast at his paws... roses... thorned? Even then he did not look... and he appeared effortlessly beautiful... golden mascara... a magnificently patterned cup in his left hand... purple hues with white... eagle feathers arrayed across a cape... if one looked closely, they could discern the reminiscence of glowing eagle shadows upon his toga... ... .... He reached the plaza... & he finally gazed upon them... no, he gazed DOWN upon them... and he remembered... remembered waking in the capitol bewildered for perhaps a second... realizing he'd been delivered to his DOOM!! They claimed they adored HIM... they ALL did and yet they had dispatched him to his death? "Hello Panem..." his voice dripped with boredom. "I trust you've all been anticipating my arrival & I trust you know... to never FLY too close to the sun!" A smile played upon his lips... "If you desire my death... then you shall simply have to watch me win!" He raised his cup... silence... "Drink!" And they did, they all drank... and that was how he knew... he'd etched his mark upon them... How he hoped they wouldn't forget... but have you ever forgotten the sun? Precisely, no...
