09-09-2018, 11:08 PM
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as love filled night gives way to day
Hazel, still riding the good mood Feyre had shone upon her in the wake of a horrible Latin attempt, had discovered the energy to take a trip out to the border. Arion gleefully followed, frolicking about with the occasional whinny or nicker after the girl, excited to have her walking where he could see her again. Hazel herself found that the duration of her solitude - namely her lack of appetite and hydration - kept her body from firing on all pistons, which explained the the airy-ness in her head and her winded manner of breathing.
Her state of well being was of little concern to her, though, as she stopped beside Bastille to regard the soft pink of the Tanglewood feline. It reminded Hazel of a friend she once had in Tanglewood; the name had unfortunately escaped her mind's grasp, but she recalled the crocodile her friend had kept. "I knew someone from Tanglewood...she was a medic, too." The girl contributed, eyes still a little fever-bright. "Do you all still keep crocodiles as companions?"
Her state of well being was of little concern to her, though, as she stopped beside Bastille to regard the soft pink of the Tanglewood feline. It reminded Hazel of a friend she once had in Tanglewood; the name had unfortunately escaped her mind's grasp, but she recalled the crocodile her friend had kept. "I knew someone from Tanglewood...she was a medic, too." The girl contributed, eyes still a little fever-bright. "Do you all still keep crocodiles as companions?"
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better