04-28-2018, 02:16 PM
★ WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD
Hazel’s days were generally strange on principle; varying between mood swings, nightmares, new surroundings, and constantly wondering where the hell Arion was and if he was currently endangering anyone’s life, she was almost always tired when the sun fell beneath the horizon.
Which...horribly contradicted what she was currently doing, even if she was doing it with a yawn. Hazel had spent the entire day picking up around her room. She only knew one pathway in and out of the Observatory, and therefore, it was the only route she had taken all day. After she had finished pushing things around and shoving things into corners in her room, Hazel had wandered outside for a breath of fresh air and to make sure Arion hadn’t smushed anyone’s skull. Only...upon her step outside, it was dark.
Hundreds of constellations painted the sky with flecks of ice so brilliantly white they shone. Frustratingly, if she tried to concentrate on one, it would dim considerably.
Ready to turn back inside and find a blanket to burrow under for the night ahead, Hazel caught sight of a few dark shapes moving a little ways away. And suddenly, sleeping in an unfamiliar place was more daunting than the concept of talking to someone she barely knew. Hazel was sure they wouldn’t mind if she joined them....right? Hopefully? She wondered if The Ascendants had a “don’t speak unless spoken to” policy. Mother did.
Meandering over, the young girl took a seat near the others, curling her tail tight around her paws and glancing once more at the sky before turning to the one unfamiliar face. She offered her a small grin of greeting, eyes flickering up to Margy and Suite for a moment. It was nice to know there were two remotely familiar figures here - she wouldn’t be totally out of her league.
“Hello Miss Margaret - ” and again with the formalities, “ - and Suiteheart.” Hazel spoke a bit shyly, hoping she had remembered their names correctly. Turning an owlish gaze to Venta, she took in the size of the cub, swallowed against her bubbling anxiety, and smiled again. “Hi. I’m Hazel. Are you stargazing?” She asked, ever the curious soul. Mother said it was rude to be nosy, and for that Hazel felt a pinprick of fear start up, but sat on it as quickly as possible.
Which...horribly contradicted what she was currently doing, even if she was doing it with a yawn. Hazel had spent the entire day picking up around her room. She only knew one pathway in and out of the Observatory, and therefore, it was the only route she had taken all day. After she had finished pushing things around and shoving things into corners in her room, Hazel had wandered outside for a breath of fresh air and to make sure Arion hadn’t smushed anyone’s skull. Only...upon her step outside, it was dark.
Hundreds of constellations painted the sky with flecks of ice so brilliantly white they shone. Frustratingly, if she tried to concentrate on one, it would dim considerably.
Ready to turn back inside and find a blanket to burrow under for the night ahead, Hazel caught sight of a few dark shapes moving a little ways away. And suddenly, sleeping in an unfamiliar place was more daunting than the concept of talking to someone she barely knew. Hazel was sure they wouldn’t mind if she joined them....right? Hopefully? She wondered if The Ascendants had a “don’t speak unless spoken to” policy. Mother did.
Meandering over, the young girl took a seat near the others, curling her tail tight around her paws and glancing once more at the sky before turning to the one unfamiliar face. She offered her a small grin of greeting, eyes flickering up to Margy and Suite for a moment. It was nice to know there were two remotely familiar figures here - she wouldn’t be totally out of her league.
“Hello Miss Margaret - ” and again with the formalities, “ - and Suiteheart.” Hazel spoke a bit shyly, hoping she had remembered their names correctly. Turning an owlish gaze to Venta, she took in the size of the cub, swallowed against her bubbling anxiety, and smiled again. “Hi. I’m Hazel. Are you stargazing?” She asked, ever the curious soul. Mother said it was rude to be nosy, and for that Hazel felt a pinprick of fear start up, but sat on it as quickly as possible.
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
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