06-09-2018, 02:23 PM
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★ WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD
At the sound of Margaery knocking over the paint can, Hazel jumped, splattering paint across the floor. (Not that it was detrimental - most of the smaller stars not involved with the constellations were just splatter paint, anyway.) Willing the fur along her spine to lay flat, the girl peered down the hallway, expecting to see Arion and paint everywhere. With a harsh sigh, she felt the anger simmer low in her stomach - sparking against the flint that was her ever-thinning patience these days.
"Dixi vobis ut maneat extra -" Hazel started, at her wits end with the colt. Seriously, she was really going to have to get into training him if he kept disobeying her like this - and that was something she did not want to take on. Picking her way around the drying paint (which was a bit like hopscotch, if she was being honest), Hazel realized that Arion probably understood Latin even less than he understood English, which...that would be a negative number, actually. He seemed to comprehend tone, not words.
Nevertheless, as Hazel neared the mouth of the hall, it wasn't a colt in the opening, but... " - Margy?" Hazel stopped mid-step, her paw still lifted and searching for the next free spot of cement floor. She immediately noticed the utter exhaustion and fatigue that laced the feline's tone, and the lack of interest in their project. Hazel wasn't offended by any means, just...extremely worried. She wished Suite was here to give Margy comfort, because the gods knew Hazel could not. She had to suck in a breath to push down the anger that was quickly fanning into a fire, because she knew this wasn't just Margy's pregnancy. Something else had happened, and she was sure she could bet good money on what it was.
She could bring it up now - ask Margy what was going on, but decided to do it in private rather than public. "Thanks, Margy." The feline said, hopping the last few steps over the constellations on the floor to reach the chocolate point. She kept her voice quiet, picking up the (thankfully) nearly-empty paint jar and setting it aside. "Do you want some help getting to your room?" She asked. "The paint is still drying, but it won't be a problem if that's where you're looking to go."
At Pele's call, Hazel turned, watching with another lurch of concern as the young girl balanced precariously on the ladder. Don't fall, don't fall, don't fall - "That's great, Pele. I'm almost finished with this hall, so I'll help hang up the rest of the flags once I'm done." She told the young feline.
Hazel turned once more as Luna and Suite walked in, forcing away the nerves and anger to smile at them, too. "Thank you, Luna - some help would be great. We just have to finish hanging the flags over the doorways and painting the last three hall floors." Hazel said gratefully, breathing a sigh of relief. An added hand would go by much quicker than just the two of them.
At Suite's compliment, Hazel flushed, the praise sinking like sunlight into her skin. "Not very long," She admitted. "We started pretty early this morning, which is why we still have a lot to do." Three more halls and a few doorway flags. That was all that was left. Hazel stretched, claws clicking against the cement floor as she tried to get rid of some of the ache that had begun to pester her. "I would have started it several weeks ago," She said after sitting up, "when I asked Starry if I could do it, but...I never got around to it. I thought it might be a nice way to commemorate him."
"Dixi vobis ut maneat extra -" Hazel started, at her wits end with the colt. Seriously, she was really going to have to get into training him if he kept disobeying her like this - and that was something she did not want to take on. Picking her way around the drying paint (which was a bit like hopscotch, if she was being honest), Hazel realized that Arion probably understood Latin even less than he understood English, which...that would be a negative number, actually. He seemed to comprehend tone, not words.
Nevertheless, as Hazel neared the mouth of the hall, it wasn't a colt in the opening, but... " - Margy?" Hazel stopped mid-step, her paw still lifted and searching for the next free spot of cement floor. She immediately noticed the utter exhaustion and fatigue that laced the feline's tone, and the lack of interest in their project. Hazel wasn't offended by any means, just...extremely worried. She wished Suite was here to give Margy comfort, because the gods knew Hazel could not. She had to suck in a breath to push down the anger that was quickly fanning into a fire, because she knew this wasn't just Margy's pregnancy. Something else had happened, and she was sure she could bet good money on what it was.
She could bring it up now - ask Margy what was going on, but decided to do it in private rather than public. "Thanks, Margy." The feline said, hopping the last few steps over the constellations on the floor to reach the chocolate point. She kept her voice quiet, picking up the (thankfully) nearly-empty paint jar and setting it aside. "Do you want some help getting to your room?" She asked. "The paint is still drying, but it won't be a problem if that's where you're looking to go."
At Pele's call, Hazel turned, watching with another lurch of concern as the young girl balanced precariously on the ladder. Don't fall, don't fall, don't fall - "That's great, Pele. I'm almost finished with this hall, so I'll help hang up the rest of the flags once I'm done." She told the young feline.
Hazel turned once more as Luna and Suite walked in, forcing away the nerves and anger to smile at them, too. "Thank you, Luna - some help would be great. We just have to finish hanging the flags over the doorways and painting the last three hall floors." Hazel said gratefully, breathing a sigh of relief. An added hand would go by much quicker than just the two of them.
At Suite's compliment, Hazel flushed, the praise sinking like sunlight into her skin. "Not very long," She admitted. "We started pretty early this morning, which is why we still have a lot to do." Three more halls and a few doorway flags. That was all that was left. Hazel stretched, claws clicking against the cement floor as she tried to get rid of some of the ache that had begun to pester her. "I would have started it several weeks ago," She said after sitting up, "when I asked Starry if I could do it, but...I never got around to it. I thought it might be a nice way to commemorate him."
★ — 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