Hunger Games
The formal dinner had come to a close, and Katniss was grateful. So long, sitting around like that brought back memories. Ezereal, the boy who'd led them up yesterday, met up with them. "Hey!" he smiled warmly. Katniss was a bit unnerved. She'd had experiences with people acting too kind, but, it somehow seemed genuine, coming from him.
"Do you want to go around the kingdom with me?" He asked, hands held nervously. The group let out a nod or gesture of assent. Ezereal still seemed anxious around them, but at least he was still friendly. Elyssae-Lydian, however, was super secretive.
However, she ignored any of these judgmental thoughts and looked towards Ezereal. As she did so, Aristotle approached them.
In his distinct accent, he asked, "It is quite a large group, would you mind if I took half? After all, it'd go much faster, and I love any chance to interact with the kingdom." Ezereal nodded, and Aristotle looked at him in an almost fatherly way.
Then the moment was ended, and Katniss, Peeta, and a few of the demigods and wizards joined Ezereal, while the rest of them, plus Tris and Four, joined Aristotle.
They set off in opposing directions, Ezereal leading them the way they'd come in, and Aristotle to an area which seemed bustling with activity.
Katniss watched the passing scenes in slight admiration. This Primordia had managed to arrange it's society so peacefully; there were no people looking downcast or distressed, like back in District 12, and everyone seemed to enjoy what they were doing with a genuine passion. The shops were orderly and neat, and everyone treated each other as equals. People were respectful and all seemed to like each other. It was all so...unique. There was no other word to describe it.
Panem had never been like this. And so Katniss, hand in hand with Peeta, walked down the kingdom street following a beguiled teenager to wherever the neat road may lead them.