05-12-2018, 01:09 PM
★ WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD
Okay, in all honesty, for all the time Hazel had spent locked in her room while she still lived with her old clan, she had to occupy her time with something. So she started collecting little trinkets and pieces of junk from all over the village: bottles, glass, string, wire, beads, paper, and pebbles all made it into her room at one point or another. She would spend most of her time making pieces of jewelry or art with them, and quickly became a wonderful pastime and hobby.
So yes, when she heard Suite’s call, it wasn’t long before Hazel showed up with a grin, plastic bucket dangling from her mouth and an excited sort of light in her eyes. A flicker of surprise rose in her expression as she noticed Bastille, as she wasn’t really expecting to find him here. It didn’t come as too much of a surprise, though, seeing as he was usually wherever Suiteheart was. Still, it made her happy, for some inexplicable reason. It was probably because he didn’t look quite so upset and overcast (literally).
“This was a great idea.” Hazel purred, talking to both Starry and Suite. Really, it felt special. She could finally take a piece of home that she enjoyed with her.
Hazel immersed herself in her task immediately, tail twitching in her concentration and a quiet hum dancing on her lips. From experience, she knew that green, white, and brown pieces of sea glass were the most common. She’d encountered many of them so far, but only took a certain amount before she began searching for the less common types: teal, turquoise, red, orange, and yellow. Hazel had a particular fondness for yellow, even if the chances were one in ten thousand. It glittered a bit like gold.
A trill of delight escaped her throat as she found small pieces of yellow and orange a little further down the shoreline. She was careful in setting them in the bucket, trying not to break them. She returned to her search, but found no more yellow pieces. However, she happened across some more blue and a purple, and that seemed like plenty enough to satisfy her.
On her way back, Hazel collected seashells, taking extra care with her favorites: the fan shaped ones, lined with perfect little ridges on the back and iridescent colors along the smooth inside. Once she reached Suite and the others, she was struggling to carry her bucket, her jaw aching. It wasn’t very far to the Observatory, though, and Hazel was more than content to make the sacrifice of a sore neck for the amount of things she had collected.
She shared a similar dorky smile with Starry as she set it down, turning her golden gaze to Suiteheart. “What are we making with these, again?” She asked.
So yes, when she heard Suite’s call, it wasn’t long before Hazel showed up with a grin, plastic bucket dangling from her mouth and an excited sort of light in her eyes. A flicker of surprise rose in her expression as she noticed Bastille, as she wasn’t really expecting to find him here. It didn’t come as too much of a surprise, though, seeing as he was usually wherever Suiteheart was. Still, it made her happy, for some inexplicable reason. It was probably because he didn’t look quite so upset and overcast (literally).
“This was a great idea.” Hazel purred, talking to both Starry and Suite. Really, it felt special. She could finally take a piece of home that she enjoyed with her.
Hazel immersed herself in her task immediately, tail twitching in her concentration and a quiet hum dancing on her lips. From experience, she knew that green, white, and brown pieces of sea glass were the most common. She’d encountered many of them so far, but only took a certain amount before she began searching for the less common types: teal, turquoise, red, orange, and yellow. Hazel had a particular fondness for yellow, even if the chances were one in ten thousand. It glittered a bit like gold.
A trill of delight escaped her throat as she found small pieces of yellow and orange a little further down the shoreline. She was careful in setting them in the bucket, trying not to break them. She returned to her search, but found no more yellow pieces. However, she happened across some more blue and a purple, and that seemed like plenty enough to satisfy her.
On her way back, Hazel collected seashells, taking extra care with her favorites: the fan shaped ones, lined with perfect little ridges on the back and iridescent colors along the smooth inside. Once she reached Suite and the others, she was struggling to carry her bucket, her jaw aching. It wasn’t very far to the Observatory, though, and Hazel was more than content to make the sacrifice of a sore neck for the amount of things she had collected.
She shared a similar dorky smile with Starry as she set it down, turning her golden gaze to Suiteheart. “What are we making with these, again?” She asked.
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
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