05-17-2018, 05:51 PM
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★ WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD
Hazel practically skipped over, excitement still bubbling even as she took the time to carefully drag her bucket over to a spare piece of cardboard. Bastille had chided her and said that she should have brought Arion to carry it for her, but there was no way in hell she trusted her clumsy (amazing) colt to safely return her treasure to the observatory. So she carried it herself, even if it had taken her most of the day and her jaw felt broken by the end of it.
"You can use some of mine, Rin." Hazel offered, carefully spilling the contents of the bucket along the floor next to her. She didn't really mind where it ended up on the mosaics; she knew it was her sea glass and that was all that mattered to her.
Hazel set to work almost immediately, gluing pieces and colors and shells. Eventually, she created a shell out of sea glass in the center, and used the actual sea shells and the remaining bits of glass Rin wasn't using to make the background. It was opposite day here, apparently.
"You can use some of mine, Rin." Hazel offered, carefully spilling the contents of the bucket along the floor next to her. She didn't really mind where it ended up on the mosaics; she knew it was her sea glass and that was all that mattered to her.
Hazel set to work almost immediately, gluing pieces and colors and shells. Eventually, she created a shell out of sea glass in the center, and used the actual sea shells and the remaining bits of glass Rin wasn't using to make the background. It was opposite day here, apparently.
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better