SWEET LIKE POPPIES ★ p, luna

[★ HAZEL]

★  WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD

“Oh,” Hazel said in a small voice. “Okay. Sorry to - uh, mess up your name.” She apologized, blushing with embarrassment. Luna haad probably given her name at some point, and Hazel couldn’t remember. Very nice. Solid start. A plus.

Picking her ears up from where they had drooped, Hazel raised a curious golden gaze to Luna as she offered her powers to help with Arion’s tail. “Powers?” She echoed, mystified.

★ — hazel — "speech" — six months — the ascendants — tags — ★
c) miithers