[Corn Maze, let's go! An important part of any New England Halloween, at least, if you asked Elizabeth. She and the hunters never did much for the holiday, and she certainly never celebrated it back in Columbia, but this year was different. Having braided her hair in the well-known side braid, Elizabeth had chosen to doll herself up as one bow-shooting literary heroine.
On her shoulder was her raven, Songbird, who had been kind enough to sit still to be painted in the likeness of a Mockingjay. She'll be around the whole camp, though, hanging out, getting to know people. Simply enjoying being somewhat off-duty.]
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On her shoulder was her raven, Songbird, who had been kind enough to sit still to be painted in the likeness of a Mockingjay. She'll be around the whole camp, though, hanging out, getting to know people. Simply enjoying being somewhat off-duty.]