04-25-2018, 12:33 AM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]Hazel. Suiteheart would file the name away, locking it up safety as she did every other name she encountered in the place. Best not to forget anything, huh?
Suite nodded a greeting to Margaery, and then turned her attention again to Hazel. As the girl began apologizing for her horse, Suite shook her head. It wasn't that big of a deal. Sure, it could have been catastrophic, but it hadn't come to that - and there was absolutely no reason to treat it that way. Besides, this poor girl seemed worried enough.
The white feline parted her lips to express these thoughts when Bastillepaw arrived, angrier than she had seen him ever. At his cruel remark to the newcomer, she shot him some scolding, motherly look. This was not how she had raised her son! Granted, she hadn't raised him at all, and he wasn't even her son... but still. He needed to be a tad bit more polite. "Bast," she murmured, voice barely audible. The two quarreling felines probably didn't hear it over their harsh words towards one another.
Suiteheart continued listening to the pair as Luna arrived. This situation felt odd. Not bad. Just odd. Bastille and Hazel had only just met, yet it felt like some long and drawn out history was spread out before them. It was strange, and it somehow reminded her of she and Margaery (but with a lot less bickering and tension). As the air around her felt anxious, she offered Hazel a brilliant, reassuring smile.
"Well, Hazel, we're glad to have you here," she meowed. "Sorry I freaked out earlier; your colt just surprised the hell out of me. I should've been paying attention though. And I don't blame him for wanting to run around. Being cooped up freaks me out too." She turned her baby blue eyes to the pony, watching him run here and there. He seemed happy, at least.
Turning her gaze to Bastillepaw, she was pleased to see him calming down outwardly. He was at least attempting to be hospitable now. She was worried though; what caused him to be so upset? She made a mental note to query him later in order to check up on him.
"If you ever have any question, Hazel, don't be afraid to ask. Most of us are pretty mellow," she said, voice taking on a slight teasing tone as she directed her last sentence toward Bastille.
Suite nodded a greeting to Margaery, and then turned her attention again to Hazel. As the girl began apologizing for her horse, Suite shook her head. It wasn't that big of a deal. Sure, it could have been catastrophic, but it hadn't come to that - and there was absolutely no reason to treat it that way. Besides, this poor girl seemed worried enough.
The white feline parted her lips to express these thoughts when Bastillepaw arrived, angrier than she had seen him ever. At his cruel remark to the newcomer, she shot him some scolding, motherly look. This was not how she had raised her son! Granted, she hadn't raised him at all, and he wasn't even her son... but still. He needed to be a tad bit more polite. "Bast," she murmured, voice barely audible. The two quarreling felines probably didn't hear it over their harsh words towards one another.
Suiteheart continued listening to the pair as Luna arrived. This situation felt odd. Not bad. Just odd. Bastille and Hazel had only just met, yet it felt like some long and drawn out history was spread out before them. It was strange, and it somehow reminded her of she and Margaery (but with a lot less bickering and tension). As the air around her felt anxious, she offered Hazel a brilliant, reassuring smile.
"Well, Hazel, we're glad to have you here," she meowed. "Sorry I freaked out earlier; your colt just surprised the hell out of me. I should've been paying attention though. And I don't blame him for wanting to run around. Being cooped up freaks me out too." She turned her baby blue eyes to the pony, watching him run here and there. He seemed happy, at least.
Turning her gaze to Bastillepaw, she was pleased to see him calming down outwardly. He was at least attempting to be hospitable now. She was worried though; what caused him to be so upset? She made a mental note to query him later in order to check up on him.
"If you ever have any question, Hazel, don't be afraid to ask. Most of us are pretty mellow," she said, voice taking on a slight teasing tone as she directed her last sentence toward Bastille.
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[glow=black,10,100]GOT MY DEGREE IN THE GUTTER,[/glow]
[glow=black,1,100]MY HEART BROKEN IN THE DORMS OF THE IVY LEAGUE