08-03-2018, 09:59 PM
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with grace in your heart and flowers in your hair
Within Hazel's recent surge of alone-time, she had to find something to occupy her time. Some days it was her ukulele; other days it was spending time with Arion, riding him or just letting him follow her around. Most of the time it was just her aimlessly wandering, trying to avoid the temptation of art. There was a consistent undercurrent of restlessness nagging at her mind throughout the day, digging under her skin just enough to make her fingers twitch with the unease of it. She knew she wasn't truly on her own; Titanium wouldn't disappear that easily. Hazel had a haunting feeling that something would have to break before Ti would give up.
If that wasn't daunting enough, Hazel had been working up the courage to ask Margy to teach her to defend herself. She might not be ready to initiate a fight, but she sure as hell needed some sort of back-up plan. In the way of it all were those damn memories - that same paranoia. It could be overcome, possibly. With time. Until then, Hazel had to find a solution that fixed the absolute surge of panic whenever someone clamped down on her forearms and hands.
On this particularly breezy and overcast afternoon, Hazel was readily entertaining her colt while trying to practice with her newest abilities. The Thoroughbred seemed fascinated with the shiny gemstones that followed in her wake, taking his sweet time to sniff at each one. Hazel had even seen him lick one, and...she didn't really want to know what rock tasted like. For now, she was just trying to control the precious stones as they appeared. Once, she had tripped over a tree root (walking backwards like a fool) and a piece of rose quartz the size of her palm erupted from beneath the earth.
"Arion, look!" Hazel gasped, voice teasingly sweet and high pitched like one might do when talking to a pet. She dug her heel into the ground, ignoring how microscopic vibrations traveled up her foot a heartbeat later not unlike an echo. Suddenly a green gem - peridot - pushed its way through the dirt. Arion shuffled over, snuffling at the new rock.
This went on for a while, undoubtedly leaving an odd trail of partial gems in the dirt. Hazel lost track of time, too engrossed in the possibility that she might actually be mastering this stupid element. She hardly took notice of her surroundings until it hit her - literally. She ended up backing into someone, unsuspecting, and shrieked like a little girl at the shock of another body. A piece of zircon popped up, proof of her surprise.
When her heartbeat had calmed down considerably, the curly haired girl looked up from where she had braced the palms of her hands against her knees. "Sorry," She apologized. "I didn't see you there...at all."
If that wasn't daunting enough, Hazel had been working up the courage to ask Margy to teach her to defend herself. She might not be ready to initiate a fight, but she sure as hell needed some sort of back-up plan. In the way of it all were those damn memories - that same paranoia. It could be overcome, possibly. With time. Until then, Hazel had to find a solution that fixed the absolute surge of panic whenever someone clamped down on her forearms and hands.
On this particularly breezy and overcast afternoon, Hazel was readily entertaining her colt while trying to practice with her newest abilities. The Thoroughbred seemed fascinated with the shiny gemstones that followed in her wake, taking his sweet time to sniff at each one. Hazel had even seen him lick one, and...she didn't really want to know what rock tasted like. For now, she was just trying to control the precious stones as they appeared. Once, she had tripped over a tree root (walking backwards like a fool) and a piece of rose quartz the size of her palm erupted from beneath the earth.
"Arion, look!" Hazel gasped, voice teasingly sweet and high pitched like one might do when talking to a pet. She dug her heel into the ground, ignoring how microscopic vibrations traveled up her foot a heartbeat later not unlike an echo. Suddenly a green gem - peridot - pushed its way through the dirt. Arion shuffled over, snuffling at the new rock.
This went on for a while, undoubtedly leaving an odd trail of partial gems in the dirt. Hazel lost track of time, too engrossed in the possibility that she might actually be mastering this stupid element. She hardly took notice of her surroundings until it hit her - literally. She ended up backing into someone, unsuspecting, and shrieked like a little girl at the shock of another body. A piece of zircon popped up, proof of her surprise.
When her heartbeat had calmed down considerably, the curly haired girl looked up from where she had braced the palms of her hands against her knees. "Sorry," She apologized. "I didn't see you there...at all."
© MADI
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better