06-17-2018, 10:44 PM
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★ WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD
Hazel hadn't actually been present for the Tanglewood medic's visit. It was kind of funny, actually, because she seemed to miss anything to do with foreign relations. Literally, every occasion with the exception of Beck's visit - she just...missed. Not on purpose, but by coincidence. It was getting to be rather frustrating, really. She really wanted to be involved and up to date, but the universe seemed to have other ideas, apparently.
Regardless, Hazel had learned later on in the week (as per usual, unfortunately) that their medic had stopped by on account of exchanging...doctor knowledge, or something. She didn't know. She wasn't really sure what the purpose of that check in was; it didn't seem necessary to check on their supplies or exchange information. It sounded like an inventory check to Hazel, which was oddly suspicious. But again, she also sucked at keeping up with foreign relations, so she was probably ten miles off the actual reason.
Now, Hazel was pursuing her colt in a game of chase - or what he seemed to think was chase - straight across the Ascendan't wide open field. She needed to catch him before he hit the border, or else he'd speed past the markers and straight into foreign territory, seeing as he didn't really seem to give a damn about boundaries. Not to mention he had the seashell necklace Luna made for her, so.
"Adducere, ut retro!" Hazel called, the Latin slipping past her parted lips in her desperation to get the necklace back. She never really wore it, but she was setting it aside for decoration on her wall, okay?
As the pair raced past the starpool and towards the flower patch, Arion suddenly shied, a shrill sound of surprise and slight panic resonating in Hazel's brain. The colt practically flung himself away from the flower patch, dropping the necklace and taking off for the observatory. Hazel immediately went on high alert, skidding to a halt. She couldn't smell anything out of the ordinary, but...then again, the only thing she could smell was the sweet smell of flowers. She turned, and -
Oh.
Yeah, a crocodile would definitely spook Arion. Actually, it would spook anyone with their head on straight, unless you were the girl sitting next to it. The cocoa feline blinked, fur raised along her spine as she froze, unsure of what to do. She couldn't fight, she didn't know how. She wondered if crocodiles could move fast enough to get her if she ran. Their little stubby legs couldn't get very far, right? Then again, Gordon was a munchkin, and she moved pretty damn fast when she wanted to.
Hazel was ready to turn and follow Arion's lead when her brain finally brought up the fact that the girl is...curiously calm? Her head voice framed it as more of a question, but. Hesitantly, Hazel drew in another breath, and found that the muddy scent of Tanglewood drifted against the roof of her mouth. Was this...their medic?
Wow, this was about to go really poorly: "Uh, hello?"
Regardless, Hazel had learned later on in the week (as per usual, unfortunately) that their medic had stopped by on account of exchanging...doctor knowledge, or something. She didn't know. She wasn't really sure what the purpose of that check in was; it didn't seem necessary to check on their supplies or exchange information. It sounded like an inventory check to Hazel, which was oddly suspicious. But again, she also sucked at keeping up with foreign relations, so she was probably ten miles off the actual reason.
Now, Hazel was pursuing her colt in a game of chase - or what he seemed to think was chase - straight across the Ascendan't wide open field. She needed to catch him before he hit the border, or else he'd speed past the markers and straight into foreign territory, seeing as he didn't really seem to give a damn about boundaries. Not to mention he had the seashell necklace Luna made for her, so.
"Adducere, ut retro!" Hazel called, the Latin slipping past her parted lips in her desperation to get the necklace back. She never really wore it, but she was setting it aside for decoration on her wall, okay?
As the pair raced past the starpool and towards the flower patch, Arion suddenly shied, a shrill sound of surprise and slight panic resonating in Hazel's brain. The colt practically flung himself away from the flower patch, dropping the necklace and taking off for the observatory. Hazel immediately went on high alert, skidding to a halt. She couldn't smell anything out of the ordinary, but...then again, the only thing she could smell was the sweet smell of flowers. She turned, and -
Oh.
Yeah, a crocodile would definitely spook Arion. Actually, it would spook anyone with their head on straight, unless you were the girl sitting next to it. The cocoa feline blinked, fur raised along her spine as she froze, unsure of what to do. She couldn't fight, she didn't know how. She wondered if crocodiles could move fast enough to get her if she ran. Their little stubby legs couldn't get very far, right? Then again, Gordon was a munchkin, and she moved pretty damn fast when she wanted to.
Hazel was ready to turn and follow Arion's lead when her brain finally brought up the fact that the girl is...curiously calm? Her head voice framed it as more of a question, but. Hesitantly, Hazel drew in another breath, and found that the muddy scent of Tanglewood drifted against the roof of her mouth. Was this...their medic?
Wow, this was about to go really poorly: "Uh, hello?"
★ — hazel — "speech" — eight months — the ascendants — tags — ★
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better