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with grace in your heart and flowers in your hair
Very few people seemed to be handling the lock in well. Most had some disapproval of it, whether it be the dark, the inability to leave, or claustrophobia. For Hazel, her dislike was incredibly similar to Imperia's: the lack of freedom, the ability to choose when and where she went stripped away like she was back in her childhood home. There had been few incidents so far that had proven a problem; few enough that she could count them without reaching ten. Generally, it had been Bastille's drinking and Genevieve's focus on Hazel's lack of combat skills. Now, she supposed she could add this lock in to her list.
Personally, she couldn't tell if it was worse during the day or the night. During the day, the fact that they couldn't get out was more obvious, the heavy metal of the main door unmoving and cold. At night, the observatory was plunged into the dark, and Hazel had to rely on auras to locate friends. When she was alone, the pitch black was near suffocating. The scent of chemicals would waft against her nose; phantom pain would sting her paw pads and she'd taste copper in her mouth. For this reason, Hazel spent most of her time in the basement, where she could at least see the floor. As it turned out, painting the floor with glow-in-the-dark paint had been a brilliant idea.
When Peri called out for them, Hazel found the other with ease, her aura radiating something like anxiety. Hazel took in a shuddering breath, offering the girl a shaky smile before turning to Inu. "We can split up to cover ground quicker, but if that makes someone uncomfortable, we don't have to." Besides, part of the buddy group system was to stick experienced Ascendants members with the inexperienced. Hazel knew the observatory fairly well, but others might not. "We have to have something in here. Towels?" She wondered aloud, faintly glowing golden optics glancing at the other two. "I don't know about substitutes for herbs, though. The gardens are outside. When we get out of here, we ought to start an indoor garden in case something like this happens again."
Personally, she couldn't tell if it was worse during the day or the night. During the day, the fact that they couldn't get out was more obvious, the heavy metal of the main door unmoving and cold. At night, the observatory was plunged into the dark, and Hazel had to rely on auras to locate friends. When she was alone, the pitch black was near suffocating. The scent of chemicals would waft against her nose; phantom pain would sting her paw pads and she'd taste copper in her mouth. For this reason, Hazel spent most of her time in the basement, where she could at least see the floor. As it turned out, painting the floor with glow-in-the-dark paint had been a brilliant idea.
When Peri called out for them, Hazel found the other with ease, her aura radiating something like anxiety. Hazel took in a shuddering breath, offering the girl a shaky smile before turning to Inu. "We can split up to cover ground quicker, but if that makes someone uncomfortable, we don't have to." Besides, part of the buddy group system was to stick experienced Ascendants members with the inexperienced. Hazel knew the observatory fairly well, but others might not. "We have to have something in here. Towels?" She wondered aloud, faintly glowing golden optics glancing at the other two. "I don't know about substitutes for herbs, though. The gardens are outside. When we get out of here, we ought to start an indoor garden in case something like this happens again."
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better