05-14-2018, 10:01 PM
★ WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD
Hazel glanced up at Luna, arm still outstretched to keep Arion at bay. "No, go right ahead!" She piped, holding the tray of cookies out to the female. To be honest, she was fairly impressed with herself for not dropping them, considering how ardently Arion was trying to reach the sweets.
At Bastille's approach, Hazel felt her skin flush hot with embarrassment and immediately tried to wipe away some of the flour smeared across her cheek. Instead, she just smudged it further across her cheek. Jeez, she'd completely forgotten about the mess all over her clothes - she was a mess! she was so excited about actually getting a good batch out of the oven that she had ignored her appearance entirely. Christ, that was...more than a little embarrassing.
Hazel stared at her feet, wiggling her toes in the grass. "Maybe," She replied sullenly, watching through a canopy of lashes as he nudged Arion out of the way. The colt snorted, nipping at Bast's shirt with his teeth. Hazel smirked, making no move to stop him, because...hey, he kind of deserved that, even if Arion wasn't nipping at him for Hazel's sake. And she could handle Bastille's teasing and short remarks - she knew very well that's what it was. He was just messing with her, but...there was that little spark of self deprecation that flared at the base of her spine, because she really should have known better. Still, Hazel could appreciate that he took a cookie, at least. And maybe she stuck her tongue out at him for that last comment, but whatever.
As Shay barreled over and scooped up a cookie, Hazel's smile reached the corner of her eyes. A laugh bubbled out of her chest, bright and unexpected; Shay (or Suite) had been so desolate and downcast recently that it was amazing to see her take the time of day to enjoy something so little. "Thank you," Hazel said, voice borderline shy and flustered. "Oh - I forgot about it." She replied, raising her arm to find the burn mark. It was on her arm, bumped and raised and pink and ugly. She frowned at it, wondering if she had run it under cool water yet.
"I guess it stings a little. I, uh...forgot about it?" She repeated with a slow shrug of her shoulders and a sheepish look in Suite's direction.
That was when Arion decided to nose his way back under her arm, making Hazel jerk her hand a little higher with the startling spike of pain made her yelp. "Ow! Go away, you doof - I told you, these aren't for you." She chastised, keeping her burn well out of his reach. Arion blew a dissatisfied huff of air in her face.
And then Margaret - wow, this was a couple more people than Hazel had expected, to be honest. The girl beamed at the woman's words, the praise sinking into her skin like honey. "That sounds wonderful, Margy. I'm not sure how much good I would be in the kitchen, but I would love to make something with you sometime," Hazel agreed. If people enjoyed her cookies this much, would they enjoy the other food that she might make? The concept was certainly entertaining, if not amusing. If Margy was willing to teach her, then she'd willingly learn.
At Margy's concern, Hazel kind of just wanted to slap a bandage on the injury now. "Oh, no - I'm okay, really. It doesn't hurt that much. I can put something on it when I go inside." She assured Margaret. Honestly, people shouldn't have to worry about her. Margaret already had so much else going on, Hazel knew - she didn't want to add to the chaos.
"Of course," Hazel held out the tray to Rin. "Snickerdoodles are my favorite." She added with a small grin. That tidbit of information wasn't really necessary, but true nonetheless. Chocolate chip would always be a classic, sure - but if you could bake Snickerdoodles just right with a soft center and firmer edges, then the cinnamon would absolutely melt on your tongue.
At Bastille's approach, Hazel felt her skin flush hot with embarrassment and immediately tried to wipe away some of the flour smeared across her cheek. Instead, she just smudged it further across her cheek. Jeez, she'd completely forgotten about the mess all over her clothes - she was a mess! she was so excited about actually getting a good batch out of the oven that she had ignored her appearance entirely. Christ, that was...more than a little embarrassing.
Hazel stared at her feet, wiggling her toes in the grass. "Maybe," She replied sullenly, watching through a canopy of lashes as he nudged Arion out of the way. The colt snorted, nipping at Bast's shirt with his teeth. Hazel smirked, making no move to stop him, because...hey, he kind of deserved that, even if Arion wasn't nipping at him for Hazel's sake. And she could handle Bastille's teasing and short remarks - she knew very well that's what it was. He was just messing with her, but...there was that little spark of self deprecation that flared at the base of her spine, because she really should have known better. Still, Hazel could appreciate that he took a cookie, at least. And maybe she stuck her tongue out at him for that last comment, but whatever.
As Shay barreled over and scooped up a cookie, Hazel's smile reached the corner of her eyes. A laugh bubbled out of her chest, bright and unexpected; Shay (or Suite) had been so desolate and downcast recently that it was amazing to see her take the time of day to enjoy something so little. "Thank you," Hazel said, voice borderline shy and flustered. "Oh - I forgot about it." She replied, raising her arm to find the burn mark. It was on her arm, bumped and raised and pink and ugly. She frowned at it, wondering if she had run it under cool water yet.
"I guess it stings a little. I, uh...forgot about it?" She repeated with a slow shrug of her shoulders and a sheepish look in Suite's direction.
That was when Arion decided to nose his way back under her arm, making Hazel jerk her hand a little higher with the startling spike of pain made her yelp. "Ow! Go away, you doof - I told you, these aren't for you." She chastised, keeping her burn well out of his reach. Arion blew a dissatisfied huff of air in her face.
And then Margaret - wow, this was a couple more people than Hazel had expected, to be honest. The girl beamed at the woman's words, the praise sinking into her skin like honey. "That sounds wonderful, Margy. I'm not sure how much good I would be in the kitchen, but I would love to make something with you sometime," Hazel agreed. If people enjoyed her cookies this much, would they enjoy the other food that she might make? The concept was certainly entertaining, if not amusing. If Margy was willing to teach her, then she'd willingly learn.
At Margy's concern, Hazel kind of just wanted to slap a bandage on the injury now. "Oh, no - I'm okay, really. It doesn't hurt that much. I can put something on it when I go inside." She assured Margaret. Honestly, people shouldn't have to worry about her. Margaret already had so much else going on, Hazel knew - she didn't want to add to the chaos.
"Of course," Hazel held out the tray to Rin. "Snickerdoodles are my favorite." She added with a small grin. That tidbit of information wasn't really necessary, but true nonetheless. Chocolate chip would always be a classic, sure - but if you could bake Snickerdoodles just right with a soft center and firmer edges, then the cinnamon would absolutely melt on your tongue.
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better