★ WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD
Hazel found it odd when people were absent for a couple weeks. It happened in her old clan a lot. Members would vanish for two weeks or more, and then randomly show up, more or less perfectly fine. Nobody would see them in camp. There was no trace of them, whatsoever. But when they appeared again, everybody accepted it as the norm and went about their day.
Did that sound strange to anybody else? Perhaps Hazel had spent too much time observing how her old clan had worked, and was carrying useless suspicion. Oh well.
The only person who seemed to really know Vinny was Bastille. Hazel still wasn’t sure how much she trusted his judgement, but he didn’t seem alarmed in any sort of way. Vinny seemed nice, anyway. She hardly knew anything about him, so any sort of conclusion she came to would be invalid.
Taking a seat on the other side of Margy, Hazel curled her tail over her paws, the tip absently flicking the bandana on her foreleg. “Hi, Vinny. I’m Hazel.” She greeted, offering a small smile.
Did that sound strange to anybody else? Perhaps Hazel had spent too much time observing how her old clan had worked, and was carrying useless suspicion. Oh well.
The only person who seemed to really know Vinny was Bastille. Hazel still wasn’t sure how much she trusted his judgement, but he didn’t seem alarmed in any sort of way. Vinny seemed nice, anyway. She hardly knew anything about him, so any sort of conclusion she came to would be invalid.
Taking a seat on the other side of Margy, Hazel curled her tail over her paws, the tip absently flicking the bandana on her foreleg. “Hi, Vinny. I’m Hazel.” She greeted, offering a small smile.
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better