DO YOUR PART TO SAVE THE SCENE ; weekly tasks 6/3 - 6/9

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★  WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD

Oh, crap - she was late. Ridiculously late. Hazel made her way over, paws picking up a faster pace as she made her way to a better position in the crowd. She eyed Suite with a vague bit of concern, knowing the female had gotten herself caught up in the middle of their family dispute. Hazel felt a tad bit guilty about that; had she not gotten so close to Bastille, Suite wouldn't have had to intervene. Though...something told her Suite might have intervened either way.

Blowing out a soft puff of air, Hazel let her attention slide to Pele. She smiled, glad to see the little girl so eager to participate. Luna's children had brought a new air of youth to the Ascendants, and it had succeeded in lifting Hazel's spirit a little more. She'd wanted younger brothers or sisters so badly when she lived in her old clan - or, she did for a time. It hadn't taken her long to realize that while company in the lonely house would be wonderful, their lives would be at stake due to Mother's drunken activities. Hazel let that dream fizzle out long ago.

"I'll take one if it's not too late, Suite." The cocoa feline volunteered, turning golden optics back on the white feline.

★ — hazel — "speech" — seven months — the ascendants — tags — ★

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