the difference between real purpose & urgent adolescence
lis
05-15-2022, 03:38 AM
She fidgeted. She waited. She tried to stay still, not wanting to pace about the platform. You know... it did smell a bit like Mortis, but she'd... blame that on the breeze? Had these been from the bundle of pelts that was meant to go to Mort's, and ended up in Seer's den instead? Ah, she'd shrug it off for now. The floor didn't seem to shift and creak as much, like things were more solid and better insulated. Maybe they'd just done a better job than Hazel remembered. Well, something like that.
When Bas finally appeared, Hazel couldn't help but wag her tail as she peered down at him. "You remembered the password," and it was a good thing, too, because Hazel... might have made him wait down there. Might have, if it wouldn't be some risk to their whole operation being caught. The treehouse seemed to shudder as Bas collapsed onto the pelts, the girl's green eyes going wide for just a second. "Damn we should maybe put some railings on this thing or something," was she teasing? Was she being serious? Yes to both.
"Your birthday, duh," she grinned. Hazel too, broke into the snacks, pulling out some crunchy dried berries. She'd developed a bit of a sweet tooth... ah, blame the fangs. She was quite pleased with herself and the spread that she'd laid out. "So uh, remember that crate full of jars that smashed like, halfway through the move?" Hazel was pretty sure it was the closest she'd ever seen Halo come to swearing aloud, and the healer was very, very concerned that someone was going to step on broken glass. That, and something about losing so many good jars? Who knew, with that one.
"Well... not all the jars broke," the red and pale girl found her eyes glimmering in the dappled light of the moon and stars above their heads. Her tail wagged as she nosed at the shoulder bag that sat just beside her paws. "A special occasion, and we should celebrate." Damn right they should. Acts of recklessness weren't exactly alien to Hazel, after all. This was a birthday party, a small one, with her best friend. Perfect.
"Speech"
When Bas finally appeared, Hazel couldn't help but wag her tail as she peered down at him. "You remembered the password," and it was a good thing, too, because Hazel... might have made him wait down there. Might have, if it wouldn't be some risk to their whole operation being caught. The treehouse seemed to shudder as Bas collapsed onto the pelts, the girl's green eyes going wide for just a second. "Damn we should maybe put some railings on this thing or something," was she teasing? Was she being serious? Yes to both.
"Your birthday, duh," she grinned. Hazel too, broke into the snacks, pulling out some crunchy dried berries. She'd developed a bit of a sweet tooth... ah, blame the fangs. She was quite pleased with herself and the spread that she'd laid out. "So uh, remember that crate full of jars that smashed like, halfway through the move?" Hazel was pretty sure it was the closest she'd ever seen Halo come to swearing aloud, and the healer was very, very concerned that someone was going to step on broken glass. That, and something about losing so many good jars? Who knew, with that one.
"Well... not all the jars broke," the red and pale girl found her eyes glimmering in the dappled light of the moon and stars above their heads. Her tail wagged as she nosed at the shoulder bag that sat just beside her paws. "A special occasion, and we should celebrate." Damn right they should. Acts of recklessness weren't exactly alien to Hazel, after all. This was a birthday party, a small one, with her best friend. Perfect.