when the floodwater comes it ain't gonna be clear

Hazel was, really and truly, doing an okay job settling into day to day life. Things here were strange and different, but that was okay... right? Different didn't mean bad. She knew there would be food and somewhere safe to sleep... it was enough to remove some of the strain. Hazel could be a kid again. The question? Did she really know how? When the red and pale girl had been on her own, she'd felt like taking the whole world on every single day. All she'd really been able to rely on was the fact that she had nothing to rely on-- did that make sense? Frick. It was hard to tell what made sense and what didn't, but that was okay.

It had been a bit since her spar with Lis, and she really, really wanted to give it another shot. She wanted to train, she wanted to sharpen her skills, just like the rest of the kids that called the Armada home. So what if she didn't share their bloodline-- Hazel wanted to be strong and a good fighter, just like they were. With as much confidence as she could muster, the girl crossed into one of the training rings and let go a bit of a bark. Hopefully... hopefully someone would notice. Hopefully someone would come to give her the opponent (or the training) she so desperately wanted.
"Speech"