05-03-2018, 09:56 PM
★ WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD
Most members of The Ascendants probably did have the uncanny ability to sense newcomers on their border, spare a few like Bastille, who was weird and patrolled the borders constantly; Suite, who was big enough to see over a mountain in Hazel’s opinion and could probably easily spot the border; Hazel, who spent a good portion of her time either riding, training, or chasing after her colt.
It was in this case that she actually happened to be riding him, trying to get him used to the pull of reins against his mouth. Most of it was just her trying to convince him that she wasn’t intentionally attempting to hurt him.
Luckily, their lesson had ended for the day, and Hazel had draped herself comfortably between Arion’s fuzzy ears. Then he had raised his head, and taken off at a brisk trot, clearly headed for the border. Hazel had no choice but to follow along, which she did without much complaint. Upon arrival, her ears perked up at the sight of an unfamiliar pair of felines on the border. Tipping herself further forward on her colt’s head until he was forced to lower her to the ground, she hopped off and turned to shoo him off. “Go find something to eat,” Hazel told him, her tone fond.
Turning back to the siblings, Hazel managed to make her way next to Suiteheart, probably looking like a speck of dirt next to the polar bear. She curled her tail over her paws, catching the tail end of Alcor’s questions.
“Us,” She piped up, waiting for him to finish speaking. “we’re The Ascendants. It references us as a group, since there’s a - y’know, group of us. We live over in the big dome building -” Listen, she hated the word observatory, okay? “- towards the north west of the peninsula. It’s nice.” Hazel smiled, gaze flickering to the ground for a minute. “All the people here are nice, too. Friendly.”
Hazel dragged her lip gently under her teeth for a moment. “And I’m Hazel.” She tacked on with a small grin. Then she flushed, a bit embarrassed for what she wanted to say next: “I like your names. They’re very pretty.”
It was in this case that she actually happened to be riding him, trying to get him used to the pull of reins against his mouth. Most of it was just her trying to convince him that she wasn’t intentionally attempting to hurt him.
Luckily, their lesson had ended for the day, and Hazel had draped herself comfortably between Arion’s fuzzy ears. Then he had raised his head, and taken off at a brisk trot, clearly headed for the border. Hazel had no choice but to follow along, which she did without much complaint. Upon arrival, her ears perked up at the sight of an unfamiliar pair of felines on the border. Tipping herself further forward on her colt’s head until he was forced to lower her to the ground, she hopped off and turned to shoo him off. “Go find something to eat,” Hazel told him, her tone fond.
Turning back to the siblings, Hazel managed to make her way next to Suiteheart, probably looking like a speck of dirt next to the polar bear. She curled her tail over her paws, catching the tail end of Alcor’s questions.
“Us,” She piped up, waiting for him to finish speaking. “we’re The Ascendants. It references us as a group, since there’s a - y’know, group of us. We live over in the big dome building -” Listen, she hated the word observatory, okay? “- towards the north west of the peninsula. It’s nice.” Hazel smiled, gaze flickering to the ground for a minute. “All the people here are nice, too. Friendly.”
Hazel dragged her lip gently under her teeth for a moment. “And I’m Hazel.” She tacked on with a small grin. Then she flushed, a bit embarrassed for what she wanted to say next: “I like your names. They’re very pretty.”
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better