ardent

101 in feasting

Hazel



You're not feeling so well...

Hazel

Loner

Master Intellectual (240)

Master Fighter (240)

Chaotic

age
4 Years
gender
Female
gems
38
size
Large
build
Light
posts
282
player
wicked

OverachieverScarredTeacherCritical Dodge!Double MasterSamhain 2022
1KCritical Attack!
01-11-2022, 11:27 PM
Some healer had asked Hazel's help pulling weeds in her garden. It was fine, and she knew she should be helping, but weeding was just so boring. The days were getting warmer, and she just wanted to have fun and do things! Weeding... well, it was supposedly a thing, but she was less than pleased with the task. Weeds tasted funky. Really, Hazel was so incredibly glad that she heard Lis calling her name from the Sea's Plain, not far off. She looked to the pale healer, who gave her a nod and allowed her on her way-- thank frick.

Like a bat out of hell, Hazel tore in the direction of her best friend's call. She was getting more surefooted, more agile as time went on. Learning. Getting better, and getting stronger too. Hazel was grateful for that, and for the work that everyone here put into keeping her fed and stuff. As her pointy friend came into view, the girl let go an excited sort of woof. "Ohmygod," it came out as all one word. "You saved me, I got stuck helping pull weeds." She panted lightly, catching her breath after running basically as fast as she could. "What're we doing?" Hazel reached out to halfheartedly swat at her friend with her paws, excited for whatever the rest of the day would bring.

"Speech"