What trees have you got around here? || Joining

[★ HAZEL]

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★  WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD

Deus, there were a lot of joiners as of late. The Ascendants was growing more and more each day; the rooms filled up faster, the hallways were more crowded. And now, there was a sudden buffer between her and Bastille. There were more distractions to pull her attention away from the simmering fear and anger that sat against the base of her skull, thankfully.

Hazel trotted over, late to the conversation as she took up a spot beside Margy. “Ave, newcomer. I’m Hazel,” The cocoa feline greeted, a grin sweetening her expression. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name. What did you say it was?” She asked.

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