[Alainn is standing at the front of the crowd, scanning (yet again) the new faces for her squire. What the heck Wynn had been thinking giving her a squire, she had no idea, but she was excited either way.
Her eyes find Haymitch, having been told he was a bit older than the rest of the crew, and she sizes him up. There was something about the way he carried himself that caught her attention, the shuffling gait, the disgruntled look on his face...
Ohhh boy, he kinda looked like a grumpy old man. He would totally fit right in with the grumpy old men's club. She was so looking forward to this now! Her excitement was perhaps a bit weird and un-explainable, but it is clearly there on he face as she watches him throughout the rest of the ceremony.]
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Her eyes find Haymitch, having been told he was a bit older than the rest of the crew, and she sizes him up. There was something about the way he carried himself that caught her attention, the shuffling gait, the disgruntled look on his face...
Ohhh boy, he kinda looked like a grumpy old man. He would totally fit right in with the grumpy old men's club. She was so looking forward to this now! Her excitement was perhaps a bit weird and un-explainable, but it is clearly there on he face as she watches him throughout the rest of the ceremony.]