ardent

The spaces between us

Hazel



You're not feeling so well...

Hazel

Loner

Master Intellectual (240)

Master Fighter (240)

Chaotic

age
4 Years
gender
Female
gems
38
size
Large
build
Light
posts
282
player
wicked

OverachieverScarredTeacherCritical Dodge!Double MasterSamhain 2022
1KCritical Attack!
03-20-2023, 11:36 PM


Hazel really wasn't ready for this. They hadn't really been apart ever, much less for an unknown amount of time like this. It was a diplomatic mission, so why couldn't they have sent one of the actual diplomats? Why did they have to send Basilisk off to Ashen? Hazel knew better than to raise her complaints about it, but she wasn't happy. She'd stuffed her favorite blanket in Bas's bag when she didn't think he was looking. She'd spent every night since the news curled up next to him, quietly wondering what she was going to do. This was a fact of their lives, and Hazel knew that. Still, that didn't mean she was happy about it.

Hazel made it to their rendezvous point first, and somehow that didn't surprise her. It was only a few minutes later that he arrived, shouldering his pack. "Hey," her tone and smile were relaxed, despite the weight in her chest over the whole situation. "Ready as I'll ever be... are you?" It's a quirk of her brow, a toss of her head. Reaching out to nip at the much taller boy, Hazel took the first few steps away from home. Trying to put on a brave face, at least for now.

"Hazel" & "Basilisk"