District 12’s forest was alive with life. In the branches of the lush forest were teeming with the sounds of birds, the under brush relinquishing squirrels. From her position on the hill, looking through the metal fence, Fallon felt her stomach sink all the more lower. Overlaying the different, lilting notes of the lush freedom was the ever present buzz of electricity from the gate; a reminder of just what the citizens were, animals in a cage.
Fallon was acutely aware that someone had shadowed her early morning walk to the fence, but had given little mind to whom had followed her. A Peacekeeper would have already approached her, and the people of 12 were hardly a hostile bunch. The Victor was used to eyes watching her in public, though it was rare that she was ever spoken to.
Despite herself, Fallon’s voice rang out into the morning air, her gaze kept locked ahead, “You know it’s rude to follow people,”. There was a note of amusement in her voice.