- lydia’s parade -

Instructions

new lydia just dropped whatt [ Hello this is skin talking. This was my first time doing digital art in a long time and I kinda forgot how to draw, lol. There are more Lydia doodles inside but the first one is the one I like the most. Lol. I hope this is good! :) ] ——————- Lydia didn’t say a word as the stylist clipped the final ice-blue earring. It glittered coldly in the artificial light—a nice wrap-up to her outfit. When she told the stylists of her District 1 upbringing, they didn’t hesitate to bring out the finest, richest fabrics. Eye-catching, glittering things. But after a fair bit of discussion, a more modest outfit was decided on. After all, Lydia isn’t the boldest tribute. So instead of a statement of an outfit, Lydia would step onto the float with a graceful dress. Something royal—unlike the intoxicating and stately nature of her District. The dress glimmered like an alluring reflective pool. Of course it did—it was woven with light-catching fabrics. Lydia quite liked this outfit—it was simple enough, but still appealing. After all, the Capitol was watching. She had to look—and act—her best. The stylists did add a little makeup, too—little blue teardrops under her eyes. Or were they snowflakes? Lydia couldn’t tell, but they were such a piercing color. The best part of her outfit, though? The crown. It was such an enthralling grey—something truly worthy of a queen. On it, words were engraved. Cygnea Cantio. The swan’s song. “Are you ready?” One of the stylists—a silver-furred beauty—asked. “For the parade, of course.” The silver crown on her head glittered like the moon. “Of course.” - The sun was at its zenith, casting bright rays of yellow light over the floats. District 1 was first in line, which meant Lydia had to be a bit earlier. The float itself was bright and richly-colored—after all, this was District 1 she was talking about. First of every other. She stepped onto the float, the crowd only a whisper. Of course. Nobody was out, anyway. Suddenly, the float began to move. It rolled smoothly through the clearing, about to expose Lydia to the worst of the burning light. She only held her breath. If everything went right, this would make a great first impression—if her crowd was as shallow as anticipated. The plaza was brimming with people, some pushing their ways to the front for a view. Each and every one of them was eager—Lydia could almost taste their anticipation for the parade. Her float was still in the shadows, but the crowd was already roaring. The sound grew deafening as the float lurched forward- and a torrent of bright light spilled onto her dress. It glittered like a winter sun. The lights danced and flowed along the fabrics like liquid gold. When Lydia looked at the crowd, hundreds of eyes looked back. Thank god—the cheers grew wilder. People were rushing to get closer to the float, trying to get a closer look. “It's them! Oh my god-” “Look at her dress-” “/Oh my god/-” Lydia didn’t bother deciphering the other cheers. They echoed through the plaza as the floats continued their lazy stroll. As the second wave of noise hit, she realized the District 2 floats must’ve trailed right behind. The crowd would turn away—an eye-catching outfit wouldn’t do the trick. She couldn’t let them forget her so easily. She reached for the crown on her head, holding it high. “You want this?!” The crowd turned their eyes from the emerging floats- and looked straight at the glittering silver in her grip. She held it right to the sun, letting it catch the rays. Her dress turned ice-blue with light. The crowd cheered- “yes, yes!” Some were already reaching over. After all, the float was so close to them. It’s like Lydia could just reach out, and.. “Then come and get it.” She threw the crown aimlessly into the heart of the crowd. The cheers exploded into deafening roars that drowned out every other sound. Lydia lost sight of its silver, hidden in the waves of the crowd. Suddenly, a hand shot up—holding the crown as it glimmered. The little inscription on it was exposed. It spread like wildfire among the cheering crowd. “Cygnea Cantio!” “That’s right!” Lydia roared—trying to get the most out of the moment. “Cygnea Cantio—the swan’s song. I’m not going down without a fight!” The float travelled lazily into the shadows, leaving behind a loud and roaring crowd still screaming Lydia’s name. ——————- And that’s it! I think I did good for my first time in this rp. cries