Cold North Winds
PACK MEETING deadline 14th July
07-01-2023, 02:23 AM
She was the goddamn General now. A title that carried weight. A title that meant she really was something. Hazel had set goals for herself, and she'd made it. Well and truly made something of herself. From orphan to General, zero to hero. The best revenge was thriving in spite of it all. Still, with the new title came responsibilities. Came the fact that she was busy with shit, what seemed like all the time. It was nice to actually get to enjoy an afternoon with Bas... but that too, was short lived. The Warlord's call shattered the peace of their afternoon together. "Do you have any idea what it's about?" She asked him quietly as they prepared to go. The pair arrived together, and Hazel hovered close to Basilisk's shoulder. It would probably be unprofessional of her to cling, but there was something in Seer's tone... something off. All of this seemed to be a rather serious affair... that, or the tension was all in her head. It didn't stop her from remaining close to Bas's side, within easy reach. A quick nod to Mort and Halo, and to Stratum and Kite (not that Kite could see her, but that was fine.) Finally dipping her head to the Warlord as they found their seats somewhere near the front. |