★ WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD
Luckily, Hazel showed up after the mini earthquake, despite the fact that the smallest of tremors could probably be felt out towards the flower patch. She’d spotted Suite and Margy - well, no, scratch that. She spotted Suite, because a massive white fluffy bear was hard to miss, and her attention had next fallen to Margaery, and then a sulking Bastille (but...what else was new, apparently).
Trotting over to the group, Hazel either took immediate notice of the sixteen different kinds of emotional tension swirling around the three and decided to ignore it, or she was oblivious. In this case, her steps slowed just the slightest bit in their approach, her heart skittering in its place. Teeth grazing her bottom lip, Hazel sat down, turning her attention to the minimal conversation taking place.
Oh! The locket! Hazel’s head lifted a bit, her ears perked. “I hope it’s alright,” She said, anxiety tingeing her tone. It was clearly a very valued object, and Hazel would be distraught if she’d managed to screw it up somehow. “We couldn’t find a way to get rid of the scratch, but everything else is good as new. There’s no damage to the pictures, either. We took them out beforehand just in case something happened, but it didn't, so...they're still there.” Her gaze flicked from the locket to Margaery, sensing the nerves rolling off her in waves. Maybe conversation would be a welcome distraction.
Trotting over to the group, Hazel either took immediate notice of the sixteen different kinds of emotional tension swirling around the three and decided to ignore it, or she was oblivious. In this case, her steps slowed just the slightest bit in their approach, her heart skittering in its place. Teeth grazing her bottom lip, Hazel sat down, turning her attention to the minimal conversation taking place.
Oh! The locket! Hazel’s head lifted a bit, her ears perked. “I hope it’s alright,” She said, anxiety tingeing her tone. It was clearly a very valued object, and Hazel would be distraught if she’d managed to screw it up somehow. “We couldn’t find a way to get rid of the scratch, but everything else is good as new. There’s no damage to the pictures, either. We took them out beforehand just in case something happened, but it didn't, so...they're still there.” Her gaze flicked from the locket to Margaery, sensing the nerves rolling off her in waves. Maybe conversation would be a welcome distraction.
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better