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Hazel knew the scent of Tanglewood by now; she mostly associated the swampy tang with Nayru’s sweet personality, knowing the medic would be with Chadwick and have a whole new bundle of medical concepts for Hazel to learn. She enjoyed meeting with Nayru — it made her feel useful again. Learning the names of herbs and their purposes made her feel like she could finally be good at something, too. Suite was teaching her as well, and it was currently one of the only things keeping her out of bed.
This, however, was not the scent of Tanglewood. It was something else — something that caught Hazel’s dragging attention long enough to draw her out to the border, where she discovered Roy, Suite, Gordon, and...someone unfamiliar. Steadying herself against the impending wave of sleep, the girl peered at the Snowbounder. She was young, and reminded Hazel of Aaliyah. Brows knit with deep concern; she was a far cry from being old enough to travel like this.
“Poor thing must’ve gotten lost,” Hazel murmured, the obvious feeling like a detective’s conclusion in her sleepy state. “Do we have any coltsfoot?” She asked, glancing at Suiteheart. “Or juniper berries?” She recalled Suite telling her both helped with shortness of breath, and this little girl looked like she was struggling with oxygen.
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Hazel knew the scent of Tanglewood by now; she mostly associated the swampy tang with Nayru’s sweet personality, knowing the medic would be with Chadwick and have a whole new bundle of medical concepts for Hazel to learn. She enjoyed meeting with Nayru — it made her feel useful again. Learning the names of herbs and their purposes made her feel like she could finally be good at something, too. Suite was teaching her as well, and it was currently one of the only things keeping her out of bed.
This, however, was not the scent of Tanglewood. It was something else — something that caught Hazel’s dragging attention long enough to draw her out to the border, where she discovered Roy, Suite, Gordon, and...someone unfamiliar. Steadying herself against the impending wave of sleep, the girl peered at the Snowbounder. She was young, and reminded Hazel of Aaliyah. Brows knit with deep concern; she was a far cry from being old enough to travel like this.
“Poor thing must’ve gotten lost,” Hazel murmured, the obvious feeling like a detective’s conclusion in her sleepy state. “Do we have any coltsfoot?” She asked, glancing at Suiteheart. “Or juniper berries?” She recalled Suite telling her both helped with shortness of breath, and this little girl looked like she was struggling with oxygen.
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better