been tryin' hard not to get into trouble
She was glad to have some company, finally, although she was in the company of a King; literally. Everdeen had been raised by a Queen herself but she had never fancied such things for herself, it seemed too much of a strain at least right now. She wanted companionship, someone to pet and call her own if you will...even if in secrecy.
The man's voice rolls up from her saccral to her cervical spine, it sends a message to her brain and suddenly; dopamine and serotonin are releasing. He asks if she has come to stay, she isn't sure or wasn't but perhaps she could become smitten with someone who found it in her best interest to do so. "Demian, that was my father's name. I am Everdeen," she says sheepishly, her doe eyes peering up from the long lashes. She cocks her gray head slightly at him, pondering his question. "I would love to stay, given something to do. What do you do here?" she says this so naively, the Valley seemed like a fitting home from someone so innocent but full of envy, bad-blood to live. Everdeen may have stood a snowballs chance in hell if she had a proper raising but it is inevitable that we all turn into our mother's at some point.
Oh baby girl, you may be a virgin but you will not be pure in thoughts for very much longer.
@[demian]