★ WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD
Hazel’s head shot up at the sound of hooves clopping against the metal flooring in the Circle. Her first thought was that it might be Arion, who she didn’t really want prancing around the observatory without her supervision. With the wires and clutter and things spread out over the surface area, she didn’t want him hurting himself or others on accident.
Setting down what she was working on, Hazel hurried out her door, Arion’s name on the tip of her tongue and worry beating hot in her veins. But instead of the usual creamy golden buckskin coat she was used to seeing, a coal black one met her eyes. There was another foal in the observatory, and Hazel quite literally didn’t know what to do with herself.
The filly was a beauty, with a shiny obsidian overcoat and a lifted flag of a tail. She had a gorgeous prancing gait that looked a little more like boasting than skill, which had Hazel thinking Arabian.
She didn’t have time to ask questions before a shrill, high pitched whinny pierced her ears. Hazel was about to call for someone to shut the door, but it was far too late as Arion came barreling through, probably having spotted the filly from a distance. He approached the newcomer with little preamble, head held high and proud. He leaned forward, nipping at the filly’s mane, trying to get her to play, and that was when Hazel interjected.
“Dimitte! Arion, leave her alone - Deus, you’re so rude.” She bounded across the floor, skidding to a halt and pushing at her colt’s legs. He obeyed for the most part, letting Hazel nudge him a few feet away with a complaining snort, but didn’t leave.
“Bastille, she’s gorgeous. Do you know the breed?” She asked, turning to the boy.
(rushed bc apparently im leaving?? jfc)
Setting down what she was working on, Hazel hurried out her door, Arion’s name on the tip of her tongue and worry beating hot in her veins. But instead of the usual creamy golden buckskin coat she was used to seeing, a coal black one met her eyes. There was another foal in the observatory, and Hazel quite literally didn’t know what to do with herself.
The filly was a beauty, with a shiny obsidian overcoat and a lifted flag of a tail. She had a gorgeous prancing gait that looked a little more like boasting than skill, which had Hazel thinking Arabian.
She didn’t have time to ask questions before a shrill, high pitched whinny pierced her ears. Hazel was about to call for someone to shut the door, but it was far too late as Arion came barreling through, probably having spotted the filly from a distance. He approached the newcomer with little preamble, head held high and proud. He leaned forward, nipping at the filly’s mane, trying to get her to play, and that was when Hazel interjected.
“Dimitte! Arion, leave her alone - Deus, you’re so rude.” She bounded across the floor, skidding to a halt and pushing at her colt’s legs. He obeyed for the most part, letting Hazel nudge him a few feet away with a complaining snort, but didn’t leave.
“Bastille, she’s gorgeous. Do you know the breed?” She asked, turning to the boy.
(rushed bc apparently im leaving?? jfc)
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better