Hellooooooooooooo My Oh-So-Beautiful Readers,

Yes, it's been a while hasn't it? But have no fear… Super-fast updates will be happening once more, the reason I've disappeared off the face of the Earth is the beauty of UNIVERSITY EXAMS! Grrr… but now they've gone away so I can focus on writing, and hopefully get everything wrapped up nicely :D

This SYOT is actually still open; someone reserved the D8 Male a long time ago and alas they have failed to come through so hey if you're reading…SUBMIT! Thanks :D

Blossom Snow, Capitol Citizen.

Granddaddy calls me his princess, and so does my mommy; they love me and I love them and then we all live happily ever after. People call me an angel, because I have big wings but mommy doesn't like them: when I'm sleeping she cries about it, it's sad that mommy gets so upset. I don't think they are nasty, I think they're nice because I am an Angel and everyone says so.

I am drinking some milk; mommy's friend Artaud is watching me. He cannot talk, his mouth is very poorly but mommy says that 'actions are more powerful than words' I don't know what that means but I like Artaud; he bakes me cookies and listens to me sing and watches me dance because he is my friend, and mommy's friend too. I twirl on the spot like the lady told me to, she said it was a ballet move but I can't say the name: I think it was a piro-something and Artaud claps like he always does, that is why I like Artaud. There is a knock on the door, I go to answer it but Artaud gets there first; it's because he is older, stronger and faster but mommy says that if I eat all of my food and do as I am told that I'll be bigger and faster and stronger and prettier than anyone. That'll be nice.

'Artaud, what a pleasant surprise. Is Rosa here? You can nod your head can't you?' The man in the door looks really confused, he is normal looking. He has no wings and he is not pretty, my mommy is pretty so why would the man want her? Granddaddy says that all the not pretty people live in the districts and they are really nasty, he said the bogey man came from the districts. Is this man the bogey man? Have I been naughty?

I am so scared that I start to cry, big tears come out of my eyes; Mommy says you shouldn't cry in front of people you don't know but this man might try and eat me, or if I've been naughty he might take me to the districts because that's where all the naughty people go and I don't want to go. Artaud scoops me into his arms and strokes my hair like mommy does, Artaud will always protect me because his actions are louder than words. Just like mommy said.

'Oh Blossom, you have grown haven't you? You're a very pretty little girl just like your mother.' The man is smiling at me but I don't want to smile back, he laughs and then mutters something about like mother like daughter; does that mean he thinks I'll grow up and be as pretty as mommy? That's really nice; I give him my biggest smile. The smile that my Granddaddy calls: my 'Angel' smile.

'So you am not the bogey man?' The man pulls a face, it doesn't scare me though he looks what my mommy calls nonplussed or something; if he knows mommy he is nice and probably helps her with her special plans. She won't tell me what they are because I might tell Granddaddy; I think she is planning him a really big party with nice food and everything.

'No, Blossom I am not the bogey man. My name is Plutarch, I'm your mother's friend and I need to find her as soon as possible. Do you know where she is?' The man is smiling at me again but I am bored now, I want to play some more before I have to see granddaddy and go to the party with him. This man is mommy's friend but he is boring, mommy needs a new friend. I wriggle out of Artaud's arms and run over to all my pretty toys: they are pink, just like me. But I am prettier, I don't talk to Plutarch again he is weird because he has no pretty things like a wig or purple skin but I hear him whispering to Artaud. Secrets, that's what they are talking about because you only whisper when you have secrets.

'We've made contact but Rosa will have to negotiate with Coin; the woman is stubborn as hell and I don't think I have the time to deal with her right now. With the Games and everything, on top of that I have so much to do with recruiting other factions. Bloody rebellion.'

Rebellion? I don't know that word. It is a very long word and the Plutarch man swore too; bloody is a naughty word and it means you're very angry. Is this what mommy is planning? Rebellion, it is a weird word I'll have to ask Granddaddy what it means. Is mommy planning a rebellion? Is it like a party? Will mommy let me come to the rebellion?

After the Plutarch man goes off, Artaud comes back and gives me some milk and cookies; I think they are really tasty and I want more but Artaud said no. That isn't nice, I'm going to tell my granddaddy on him for being naughty and he will tell him off. I pout and sulk but he won't give me any cookies.

'You am nasty Artie, granddaddy will tell you off for being nasty to me.' I stomp my foot and my face feels hot when I get angry and I think I am going to cry; granddaddy gets angry when I cry so Artaud will be in more trouble now and I don't care.

'Blossom Fortuna Snow, what have I told you about telling your grandfather things? He is much too busy to be worried about when Artaud doesn't give you cookies, now apologise to Artie now or else I'll take your toys away.' I spin around, and almost fall over because of my wings and run over to mommy, she is really pretty; even prettier than me but that's ok. I love mommy, but she tells me off; but only so that I'm good for everybody and so that everybody likes me.

'Sorry Artie, want to play dollies with me?' Mommy smiles again, but she looks sleepy I wonder what made her sleepy? Actually I am tired too, I do a big yawn and put my thumb in my mouth like I do whenever I get tired.

'Naptime?' Mommy smiles and scoops me into her arms; it's nice when mommy hugs me because she is really busy at the moment with that… what was the word the Plutarch man said?

Rosalinde Snow, Capitol Citizen

I put Blossom to bed, making sure to wrap her up warm in her silk duvet. She looks like an angel when she is sleeping; and she doesn't need wings to be the angel I know she is. I trail back into the lounge and pull myself onto a chaise, everything is seeming to go to plan and although there is no definitive timeline to the plan I can finally rest knowing that sooner or later my father's tyrannical reign will come to an end. Revolution is in the air, and I can taste the freedom; Blossom's freedom to grow up as whomever she sees fit to be. I have spoken to many of the Victors who have arrived and although there are still some to arrive I am more than happy with the response to my proposition, many people share my beliefs that Panem needs to change and they are more than happy to stand at my side and ensures that this change comes to fruition. Soon a spark will ignite, that spark will grow into a blazing inferno that will consume the whole of Panem, and well the ash falls: a new Panem will rise like a phoenix.

Now, the next thing on my agenda is to meet with the elusive Alma Coin; I have never met her although I hear she has a reputation for being a fearsome leader and she whole heartedly resents my father but this is a thing we have in common so maybe the negotiations will not be as aggressive as Plutarch seems to think: The only conflict I anticipate is that she'll question my demands as to whom will be given the honour of wiping my father from the face of the Earth. I will request that I am the one sent to meet the President of District 13 all in maintaining the 'presidential presence' to appease my father. They say my father is cunning and devious like a snake; well I am the mongoose to his snake and fortunately I'm just as devious but my intentions are good.

In the end it is all for Blossom, she is all I have and it will be a rocky ride but a rebellion waits at the end of this tunnel and Rosalinde Snow will be a figurehead; My father doesn't love me so he underestimates how far I'll go to protect Blossom from him, the snake is supposedly one of the most intelligent animals but if my father truly were a snake that cannot be true for his made the amateur mistake of undermining the potency of a mother's love. Or maybe he is too arrogant in his belief that I have some sense of familial loyalty that will prevent me ever crossing him; either way these assumptions of his will be what brings him down. How can he expect me to even tolerate him, never mind love him, for what he did to me? How can I ever call him my family after that atrocity? I think of my baby Blossom and the pain is so much worse, she'll never know; she can never know because it will destroy her as it has me. I may be a trapped songbird but one tune I never play is that of my tears but right now I succumb to the raw pain, the grief and let it consume me. The tears will fall freely tonight.

Bit of a naff chapter. I wanted to kind of lay some foundations for what is to come later; Rosalinde has changed! A lot more aggressive and in all honesty pretty BADASS and it only gets better ;) Don't worry though, she isn't always so mad.

Now Blossoms POV? Yay or Nay? It's hard to write like a child and I tried to get into the mindset but alas it has been a long time since I was a child! Anyways I'll probably update again later today and we'll be back with the tributes I just wanted to reward my readers ASAP so I whipped this up real quick!

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