runnin' late with half your makeup on

The Warlord had opened his home and his heart to the girl that had been thrown from her family for being... different. Different, strange, and not theirs. Right, having a dad, a dad for real... even if her family hadn't abandoned her as they had, Hazel wouldn't have ever had a family. Not really. Not like this. Living with Seer (sir) and Zee had been a gift that she'd never be able to repay, but she had to try. She'd try by doing her best. Every damn day, she'd do her best. Hazel wanted to be worth it to the Armada.

Her attention was rapt, green eyes shining as Sirius talked over each of the roles. They were all different by name, and her head quirked to the side at the mention of the Howlers. Was it like how she and Lis fought together all the time? So much information in her head, so many things to learn, and all she wanted to pick up even more. Hazel would only get stronger, get smarter with age. It was upon hearing the General, that she really leaned forward. Leaned in. Looked up at Sirius with great big eyes, and her tail wagging. "What if I want to be the General, after being a lieutenant?" She's excited, really, by the prospect. For someone who's always, always lived in the moment with little choice to do otherwise... yeah, it's exciting. All of it is wildly, madly exciting to the young girl.

Yes, right, the jaguar. Hazel approached the jaguar and cut along the spots that Seer had indicated, using one of her sharp crystalline teeth. The line that she cut between the two points was a bit wobbly, and Hazel had to come up a few times to make sure she was still going in the right direction. "Can we... er, do we eat jaguar, and the other predators we fight?" The girl asked, finally coming up after having sliced open the fresh kill. Was it a waste to leave it? Would the scent of blood attract more predators? There were so many things to know, and Hazel wanted to know all of them.

"Speech"