Happy Birthday to us, I guess?

Two years had come and gone... two whole years. Two years in the Armada with her best friend, what more could she ask for? It had been a year, too, since her brush with death. Nearly a year. They'd been in the north for a year now too. So much had changed and so much had stayed the same. For turning two, Hazel didn't feel any different. The days came and went, she did her job, she patrolled. Sometimes she helped Halo with things, or did what she could to work with the pups. Was it routine or was it monotony? Probably somewhere in between.

Halo had sent her back from helping in the garden with a basket of snacks and honey, as was typical. The bees had been kind this year, and there was so much honey to spare. Honey, tea, seasoned meats and sweetened nuts. All the lovely things. It had all been wrapped and packaged carefully, with love. Hazel smiled softly to herself, walking home through softly falling snow. Carefully, she climbed up to their tree house, ready to come home to her best friend.

And then it happened. The basket thudded softly to the floor (with no breakage as far as she could tell) as the bag of feathers came tumbling down around her. "Bas what the fuck!" Hazel shouted, swatting at the debris as it came down around her. Surprise, sure, but she was also laughing. It was a hell of a prank, and she was borderline roaring with laughter as she did her best to right herself through the feathery assault.
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