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HAZEL ELISE CAELUM ★ THE ASCENDANTS ★ COCOA FELINE ★ GOLD EYES ★ IMMORTAL ★ 3 SOULS ★ 11 MONTHS
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Right about now, Hazel would have enjoyed a simulated life; simply speaking, and without delving too deeply into logistics and ethics of it all, she would enjoy something effortless and pre-routed. Hazel didn't believe in destiny or fate, but damn, did it sound like a nice concept. With the way her life was headed, she almost didn't want to know what was at the end of her road.
The cocoa feline pushed herself towards the scene, mildly determined to at least make an appearance to this stranger. Too many joined their ranks and didn't know her name, when really, she'd been here longer than anyone, save for Bastille. It was almost insulting, but then again...it was her fault, so who was really at blame here?
Taking a seat beside Moon, dimly lit golden optics drifted across the tiny kitten rubbing itself against the lion. Her shock was muted, knowing that this wasn't the first and certainly wouldn't be the last of the children showing up on their borders completely alone. Backstories weren't exactly clipped to the kids like their bus number, so by design, they had to give them the benefit of the doubt and accept them with the hope their intelligence didn't surpass their age. It was sad, though, to see someone so young out on their own; Margy and Suite would have swept this little guy into their paws before he had a chance to give his name.
Hazel bit back against the bittersweet notions rising in her chest in favor of focusing on the boy. He looked to be around Harland's age, though his social skills were the exact opposite of the guardian's. "Hello," Hazel greeted, a small smile lifting the corners of her mouth. "I'm Hazel. What did you say your name was?" She hadn't joined the conversation soon enough to catch his name, and felt a twinge of shame in having to ask him to repeat what he'd surely already said a couple of times.
[/td][/tr][/table]The cocoa feline pushed herself towards the scene, mildly determined to at least make an appearance to this stranger. Too many joined their ranks and didn't know her name, when really, she'd been here longer than anyone, save for Bastille. It was almost insulting, but then again...it was her fault, so who was really at blame here?
Taking a seat beside Moon, dimly lit golden optics drifted across the tiny kitten rubbing itself against the lion. Her shock was muted, knowing that this wasn't the first and certainly wouldn't be the last of the children showing up on their borders completely alone. Backstories weren't exactly clipped to the kids like their bus number, so by design, they had to give them the benefit of the doubt and accept them with the hope their intelligence didn't surpass their age. It was sad, though, to see someone so young out on their own; Margy and Suite would have swept this little guy into their paws before he had a chance to give his name.
Hazel bit back against the bittersweet notions rising in her chest in favor of focusing on the boy. He looked to be around Harland's age, though his social skills were the exact opposite of the guardian's. "Hello," Hazel greeted, a small smile lifting the corners of her mouth. "I'm Hazel. What did you say your name was?" She hadn't joined the conversation soon enough to catch his name, and felt a twinge of shame in having to ask him to repeat what he'd surely already said a couple of times.
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