06-06-2018, 10:09 PM
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★ WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD
Okay, so...Hazel would always be down for any sort of art task. Any sort. Mosaics, flower crowns, charcoal, seashells. Anything that had to do with distracting her brain or wasting time. And at this point, it didn't matter that she could connect arts and crafts back to her old life; even when she lived in her old clan, arts and crafts were something she could hide from Mother. She never got in trouble for them.
Upon hearing Luna's call, Hazel would happily trot over, seeing no con to balance the pros of this situation. Luna had seashells, and either they got to make them, or they were already made. To Hazel, that was definitely a win-win. "These are beautiful, Luna. It must've taken you a long time to collect this many." The girl commented, peering into the basket.
Upon hearing Luna's call, Hazel would happily trot over, seeing no con to balance the pros of this situation. Luna had seashells, and either they got to make them, or they were already made. To Hazel, that was definitely a win-win. "These are beautiful, Luna. It must've taken you a long time to collect this many." The girl commented, peering into the basket.
★ — hazel — "speech" — seven months — the ascendants — tags — ★
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better