ardent

The spaces between us

Hazel



Hazel

Loner

Master Intellectual (240)

Master Fighter (240)

An icon representing the specialty Bard Bard

age
3 Years
gender
Female
gems
0
size
Large
build
Balanced
posts
275
player

OverachieverScarredTeacherCritical Dodge!Double MasterSamhain 2022
1KCritical Attack!
04-15-2023, 11:46 PM


There is a difference between loving someone and being in love with someone. In some cases, that difference wasn't black and white. Hazel could see the transition as a long, spiraling grey over the course of their time as friends. A shift so gradual she wouldn't have been able to say exactly where it started and ended. As for Halo, it seemed she was all-seeing, and far more knowing than she'd let on. It's a strange thought, but a comforting one. Sometimes it was the watchful gaze of someone who knows you, perhaps better than you know yourself, that would see it first.

Hazel chuckled, snatching her bag as she tumbled to the ground beside him. A fluid motion and there was a thin buckskin spread before them. Hazel wiggled onto it before dumping out the snacks between them. The seasoned smallfish that Halo had been perfecting for as long as Hazel remembered. No two batches were the same, but each seemed to be more delicious than the last. A jar of lavender and dandelion mead, lightly alcoholic but nothing over the top. Some of the Warlord's recipe smoked meats, all smelling lovely and delicious and like home in every way. Sweetened dried berries, these too laced heavily with herbs. "Damn, I don't even know how she got all that in there." Hazel's remark came with a soft grin. Halo was still packing her bags for her, at this age.

"The quiet is pretty nice, actually." Her words were soft, contemplative as she chomped on a chunk of meat. "A little weird, though. I almost got used to the noise." Things had been noisy, especially since there were two litters running around. Noisy, chaotic... the quiet is a stark contrast. She flopped over on her side next to Bas, her head on his shoulder. "You think we'll be in that spot up north forever?" Hazel's mind drifts to the south east, where they'd been when she first met them. Basilisk was the pack's future, and she can't help but wonder on what that would mean for their future. All the things they'd do for the rest of their days. It's a wild thought, in Hazel's eyes.

"Hazel" & "Basilisk"