a toe over the line

Patrolling. That was what they sent Bas to do sometimes. Hazel wanted to go too, but she was still shrimpy in comparison. Still recovering. Still maybe a little fragile from being left out on her own for way too long at her age. Her growth had been stunted, and that weird fluffy healer told her that she wasn't allowed to train until her ribs were done showing under her coat. That sorta sucked, actually... and also didn't really keep her from trying to learn where she could. Still, it wasn't like she could just go train with Bas and his siblings... they were all... with their parents and stuff. Hazel guessed that was what happened when your parents didn't try the whole abandonment thing.

There was a weird smell on the summer breeze, though, and it drew Hazel's attention. Just as she was making her way towards it, though, she could hear Mak's voice. Hazel wasn't far, as she'd been trying to make sense of her way through the grass. At the sound of trespasser she sprang forward, rushing from the much-taller-than-her vegetation. Her eyes gleamed in the summer sunlight. "AH!" She echoed Mak's shout. With no thought in her head of calling for someone else to help them (they could handle this themselves, thank you very much), Hazel took up a defensive posture. This was their home, and they could defend it. They could and they would! "A frickin' trespasser," Hazel was almost... amazed by it? She hadn't met a trespasser yet, she'd only been one. Because she'd been one, Hazel knew just how seriously they were supposed to take the borders. "No trespassers allowed!" Hazel crowed. What were they going to do with a trespasser though?

"Speech"