101 in feasting

Hazel · 01-13-2022, 04:25 PM

Hazel pulled a similar face, words coming with a dramatic grumble. "I got asked to help and it didn't seem like I could even say no." She was so incredibly glad that Bas had called when he had. She wished she got pulled on more fun chores, and lessons too. There was so much to know, and Hazel needed to learn it all... and she got stick weeding. At least the little, weird healer and her little weird dog-thing were nice, and they had pretty okay snacks. That was alright. But still!

Catching food for the pack-- all right! Hazel's tail wagged, front feet tippy-tapping with excitement. Industrious children, they could at least try to be. She was grinning, and ready to do... literally anything. Literally anything and everything was better than the weeding. Hazel had started to fill back out from the too-slight frame she'd had upon arrival to the Armada. Getting settled in, having a home, it really did have a positive impact on the red girl. They'd build a net, okay. She took in the boy's plan as best she could, nodding and considering.

"Is there something smelly we can bait it with? Any weird gross organs from last night's dinner?" Something that wasn't really good for them to eat might be good to catch big fish. She considered for a long moment, wondering what they'd use to close the net. "What're we makin' our net out of, anyway?" Right, if it was too heavy for the material of the net, it would probably be... not so good. That was fair. Hazel moved toward the shed, ready to rummage if he didn't have anything in mind yet.

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