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★ WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD
Hazel hadn't seen Luna for a while. The feline had been skirting just along the edge of her peripheral for a few weeks, and she couldn't figure out why. She didn't really blame her - there had been a lot going on recently, and Starry's death had everyone reacting in a slightly different way. Hazel's own mind and heart were still heavy, tight with the knowledge that the former Astral Seraph no longer walked among them.
So when Hazel finally did find Luna (or happen across her) it was most likely due to the fact that she was drawing a small crowd. It only seemed to be Suite and Bastille at the moment, but they sounded worried. Concerned. Brows pinched, Hazel trotted over, nose scrunching as the tell-tale scent of sickness wafted along the roof of her mouth. That...couldn't be anything good. Hazel was never around medicine much in her old clan; when she was sick, Mother would give her the bare minimum of what they had and that was it. Hazel never even really knew what it was.
Still. She had to be good for something around here. She didn't know how to fight, read, or cook, and she certainly didn't know anything about medication or healing. A small shred of something withered inside of her and dimmed her aura for a moment before she shook it away. She was good for morale support right now, and...yeah, she'd take that.
Hazel let Suite do the talking, allowing her attention to sweep towards Bastille for the moment. He sounded tired - which, given the context and circumstances, was to be expected, but Bastille had the added weight of leadership sitting on his shoulders. He had to be exhausted. Hazel wanted to ask after his health, but found herself looking away instead, remembering that he had been somewhat avoiding her since Starry's death. She didn't know why, and that lack of knowledge was incredibly frustrating. She hadn't done anything wrong, right? She had tried to stay out of his way, hoping it wasn't anything to do with her specifically, but he avoided her anyway. Not only that, but she hadn't been back in his room for a reading lesson for the few days, and it was irritating her. It wasn't just the skills she was gaining from the sessions that she missed, but seeing the different side of him. The softer, lighter side.
Hazel huffed out a short sigh under her breath, turning back to Suite and Luna. "Is there anything I can do to help?" The girl asked, concern still present. "Can I get you anything, Luna?"
So when Hazel finally did find Luna (or happen across her) it was most likely due to the fact that she was drawing a small crowd. It only seemed to be Suite and Bastille at the moment, but they sounded worried. Concerned. Brows pinched, Hazel trotted over, nose scrunching as the tell-tale scent of sickness wafted along the roof of her mouth. That...couldn't be anything good. Hazel was never around medicine much in her old clan; when she was sick, Mother would give her the bare minimum of what they had and that was it. Hazel never even really knew what it was.
Still. She had to be good for something around here. She didn't know how to fight, read, or cook, and she certainly didn't know anything about medication or healing. A small shred of something withered inside of her and dimmed her aura for a moment before she shook it away. She was good for morale support right now, and...yeah, she'd take that.
Hazel let Suite do the talking, allowing her attention to sweep towards Bastille for the moment. He sounded tired - which, given the context and circumstances, was to be expected, but Bastille had the added weight of leadership sitting on his shoulders. He had to be exhausted. Hazel wanted to ask after his health, but found herself looking away instead, remembering that he had been somewhat avoiding her since Starry's death. She didn't know why, and that lack of knowledge was incredibly frustrating. She hadn't done anything wrong, right? She had tried to stay out of his way, hoping it wasn't anything to do with her specifically, but he avoided her anyway. Not only that, but she hadn't been back in his room for a reading lesson for the few days, and it was irritating her. It wasn't just the skills she was gaining from the sessions that she missed, but seeing the different side of him. The softer, lighter side.
Hazel huffed out a short sigh under her breath, turning back to Suite and Luna. "Is there anything I can do to help?" The girl asked, concern still present. "Can I get you anything, Luna?"
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better