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with grace in your heart and flowers in your hair
Hazel didn't travel. At least, not really. She didn't count the month between home and the Ascendants as "traveling," more...aimless wandering in no specific direction. The concept of traveling between clans was a lot scarier than it should have been, but with lack of training, Hazel was too well aware of how vulnerable she was. But she supposed if it was with a group of her clanmates, it was better than going alone. Besides, the actual details of the event enthralled her plenty enough to make the journey. Because a bonfire? Marshmallows? Stories? Her idea of a good time, right there.
Tail curled over her hindquarters with excitement, she ignored the trail of variscite and picasso marble stones popping up in her wake and puffed out her fur, grinning against the chill in the air. The Ascendants were still arriving, so the only current recognizable member she could locate was Suite, who was talking to a Savannah cat. Presumably, someone important, if the air about them and the manner in which they talked were any indications.
Hazel trotted over, somewhat shy at the prospect of talking to someone unfamiliar and important. "Heja! Hic est frigus. It's chilly here." Hazel observed, the Latin spilling off her tongue in her nerves. She glanced at the fire, eager to sit near it and warm up, but not quite ready to leave Suite when she didn't know anyone else. "You have a beautiful home." She tacked on, turning back to Atbash.
Tail curled over her hindquarters with excitement, she ignored the trail of variscite and picasso marble stones popping up in her wake and puffed out her fur, grinning against the chill in the air. The Ascendants were still arriving, so the only current recognizable member she could locate was Suite, who was talking to a Savannah cat. Presumably, someone important, if the air about them and the manner in which they talked were any indications.
Hazel trotted over, somewhat shy at the prospect of talking to someone unfamiliar and important. "Heja! Hic est frigus. It's chilly here." Hazel observed, the Latin spilling off her tongue in her nerves. She glanced at the fire, eager to sit near it and warm up, but not quite ready to leave Suite when she didn't know anyone else. "You have a beautiful home." She tacked on, turning back to Atbash.
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better