05-15-2018, 05:55 PM
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★ WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD
Hazel actually hadn't been far away when Starry's call echoed through the Grand Circle. Curled up against the wall with her nose tucked under her tail, the girl had decided to take a nap in the most inconvenient place just because she could. Just because there was no one there to tell her that she couldn't. Not to mention the nice sliver of sunlight that cast a summer-warm beam across the one spot, making Hazel comfy and sleepy.
Starry's call wasn't her favorite sort of alarm, but it was more preferable than some. Nevertheless, triangular ears pricked upwards at their leader's voice, a set of golden optics joining them a beat later as Hazel pulled herself away from her sunbathing. She could have stayed where she was, but...eh. Hazel liked feeling as if she were a part of things. The girl settled on the other side of Bastille, tucking her paws underneath her.
It was nice of Starrynight to mention the newcomers; he'd done the same for her, and it only made her feel all the more welcome. A slow grin spread across her lips at his enthusiasm over the new tradition - it was a fun one, she had to say. A fun, crafty, wonderful tradition that Hazel hoped didn't die any time soon. Trying to blink away the sleep from her eyes, she searched for the newest members of the clan in the crowd. "Welcome, guys." Hazel said.
Starry's call wasn't her favorite sort of alarm, but it was more preferable than some. Nevertheless, triangular ears pricked upwards at their leader's voice, a set of golden optics joining them a beat later as Hazel pulled herself away from her sunbathing. She could have stayed where she was, but...eh. Hazel liked feeling as if she were a part of things. The girl settled on the other side of Bastille, tucking her paws underneath her.
It was nice of Starrynight to mention the newcomers; he'd done the same for her, and it only made her feel all the more welcome. A slow grin spread across her lips at his enthusiasm over the new tradition - it was a fun one, she had to say. A fun, crafty, wonderful tradition that Hazel hoped didn't die any time soon. Trying to blink away the sleep from her eyes, she searched for the newest members of the clan in the crowd. "Welcome, guys." Hazel said.
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better