& I'm still scared of losing
Hazel & Bas lesson ^^
05-14-2022, 07:54 PM
Halo was too busy to really... sort out her feelings about the move. That was okay! She was okay, she promised. There were way, way too many things going on in her head, but she was okay. Too many feelings. Way too many feelings, especially after the conversations that Halo had with both Mort and Sen but... well, she'd squish those down for later. There was work to do. There was so much work to do. As long as Halo was working, then those thoughts didn't have time to creep up, they didn't have time to settle in, and they didn't have time to bother her. All of the projects that she'd planned for the winter could in theory be done at a higher elevation, right? Yeah. Right. Then it wouldn't stop her now.
Mort had been kind enough to help Halo set up the barrel to begin making lye, settling it sturdily over a foundation of rocks so it rested a good two feet off the ground. Beneath it, the healer would have space to bore holes and place a bucket to collect the lye water when the time came. They'd be able to continually add ashes from the fires to this bucket all winter, as soon as they were cool. Still, with the bucket already in place, Halo realized that she'd run into a problem.
That problem was, of course, she was too hecking short to finish her project. Mortis had been called away to whatever actual business he needed to tend to-- frankly, Halo felt guilty having kept him busy for so long. The Warlord's son had far better things to do than help the healer with her projects, tasks that felt menial in the scheme of things. Still, she's too short to continue on with her present task. Halo stood back for a moment, thinking to herself, before resolving that she'd carry on regardless. Couldn't let the doubt creep back in around the edges.
A bucket. Right, she'd go collect the pebbles for the bottom of the barrel from around the lake, but she needed a bucket. Well, she needed two buckets, really-- one for washing the pebbles, and one for the clean pebbles once they were done. Mr. Raccoon was camped out in one bucket, peering at her curiously. Halo could have sworn she had at least two, if not three more... but where were they? From somewhere just within the cavern she heard a crash, followed by a faint I'm okay! from Hazel. Wait... had... hm. "Hazel, have you seen my other buckets?" Her tone isn't unkind, and barely conceals a giggle.
"Halo"
Mort had been kind enough to help Halo set up the barrel to begin making lye, settling it sturdily over a foundation of rocks so it rested a good two feet off the ground. Beneath it, the healer would have space to bore holes and place a bucket to collect the lye water when the time came. They'd be able to continually add ashes from the fires to this bucket all winter, as soon as they were cool. Still, with the bucket already in place, Halo realized that she'd run into a problem.
That problem was, of course, she was too hecking short to finish her project. Mortis had been called away to whatever actual business he needed to tend to-- frankly, Halo felt guilty having kept him busy for so long. The Warlord's son had far better things to do than help the healer with her projects, tasks that felt menial in the scheme of things. Still, she's too short to continue on with her present task. Halo stood back for a moment, thinking to herself, before resolving that she'd carry on regardless. Couldn't let the doubt creep back in around the edges.
A bucket. Right, she'd go collect the pebbles for the bottom of the barrel from around the lake, but she needed a bucket. Well, she needed two buckets, really-- one for washing the pebbles, and one for the clean pebbles once they were done. Mr. Raccoon was camped out in one bucket, peering at her curiously. Halo could have sworn she had at least two, if not three more... but where were they? From somewhere just within the cavern she heard a crash, followed by a faint I'm okay! from Hazel. Wait... had... hm. "Hazel, have you seen my other buckets?" Her tone isn't unkind, and barely conceals a giggle.
05-14-2022, 08:07 PM
Listen, setting up a den was hard work, something that Hazel was learning the hard way. It's not unlike the red and pale girl to rope Basilisk into whatever she's doing, and this was no different. She'd turn this place into a home, or whatever. Maybe she was feeling a little broody, something about being a teenager and all that. Right, a teenager, or something of the sort. Teenagers and their less than smart choices. Maybe it was one of those less than brilliant choices that has Hazel teetering precariously on two buckets, attempting to use some dense tree resin to stick yet another piece of foxfire to the cavern walls. It would act as a sort of guiding light in the dark, at least so no one would smash their muzzle off one wall or another in the low light... especially if that someone was Hazel, who'd already scuffed both her ankles and her nose on at least one occasion. How did it get so dark in the caverns at night, anyway?
Hazel had enlisted Bas as a spotter, because frankly, you rarely saw one without the other. Maybe it should have been the taller boy on the bucket, but Hazel was convinced he wouldn't do it right and would probably make a mess with the pine resin itself. Not that Hazel wasn't sorta making a mess, but at least it was a contained mess, smearing the thick paste off of a piece of bark that she'd found a few days ago. As she attempted to stick another piece of foxfire to the cavern wall, Hazel could feel the bucket beneath her hind leg shift. As it shifted, the yearling overcorrected. Down she went, in the exact opposite direction of her best friend's waiting form. The bucket beneath her hind legs slid out first, and then the one beneath her forelegs went after it. A great, metallic crashing as each pinged off the wall, and the yearling clattered to a heap on the floor. Knowing that Halo was in earshot, and also that Bas would probably worry, she couldn't help but call (loud enough for the healer to hear) "I'm okay!"
But their new head healer asked about the buckets. Hazel's ears went flat for a moment, looking to Bas. "Shit," she whispered to him with a grimace. "I thought we'd have time to put them back." The words were quiet as she reeled, looking for an answer for the healer. "We'll uh, we'll help you look," she was doing her best to think on her feet here, calling back to Halo. They could just uhhh... pretend they found the buckets inside. Yeah, that would work. Maybe. Probably. Hopefully? Hazel finally returned to her feet, shaking the dust from her coat haphazardly.
"Speech"
Hazel had enlisted Bas as a spotter, because frankly, you rarely saw one without the other. Maybe it should have been the taller boy on the bucket, but Hazel was convinced he wouldn't do it right and would probably make a mess with the pine resin itself. Not that Hazel wasn't sorta making a mess, but at least it was a contained mess, smearing the thick paste off of a piece of bark that she'd found a few days ago. As she attempted to stick another piece of foxfire to the cavern wall, Hazel could feel the bucket beneath her hind leg shift. As it shifted, the yearling overcorrected. Down she went, in the exact opposite direction of her best friend's waiting form. The bucket beneath her hind legs slid out first, and then the one beneath her forelegs went after it. A great, metallic crashing as each pinged off the wall, and the yearling clattered to a heap on the floor. Knowing that Halo was in earshot, and also that Bas would probably worry, she couldn't help but call (loud enough for the healer to hear) "I'm okay!"
But their new head healer asked about the buckets. Hazel's ears went flat for a moment, looking to Bas. "Shit," she whispered to him with a grimace. "I thought we'd have time to put them back." The words were quiet as she reeled, looking for an answer for the healer. "We'll uh, we'll help you look," she was doing her best to think on her feet here, calling back to Halo. They could just uhhh... pretend they found the buckets inside. Yeah, that would work. Maybe. Probably. Hopefully? Hazel finally returned to her feet, shaking the dust from her coat haphazardly.
Basilisk
Warlord
Master Fighter (245)
Master Hunter (240)
Marauder
Bloodletter
age
4 Years
4 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
1105
1105
player
Seadragoness
Seadragoness
05-14-2022, 08:15 PM