#{hazel 01}

Too many days on an empty stomach leaves one appreciating the ease of a nearby food source. So Clementine keeps the farm in her view and hopes it doesn’t fade like a mirage when she turns around. It’s so damn loud though she can’t make out her own thoughts, or tell the sound of rummaging from the sound of a goat bleating. When something clanks to the ground on her left, she ignores it. She continues trying to patch an old sweater resting over her legs.

A crash, and a pause greet her half a second later. Far too close to be anything farm related. Her shelter isn’t much; it’s a lean-to she spent a couple of hours building until she can plan her next step. But like most shelters in this style, it’s wide open on one side with its covering pinned to the sides. She can see a shadow across the ground in front of her.

Tense, silent, Clementine puts her things aside and straightens. She waits for the shadow to move. It does, and she knocks their legs out from underneath them, slamming them to the ground. Her arm presses into their throat, expression bland. Bored. “Stop poking your nose around here, I’m tired of--”

Where: Seelie Court

Who: @hazyhazel

A gust of warm wind swirled around picking up discarded petals and twirling them in the air. Something that normally would entrance her. Today she could only hear the beating of her own heart. The only things she seemed to be able to focus on was her feet. Kaitlin was nervous, as nervous as she’d been her first day of training. In some ways this felt more important then that day. She was meeting the girl whose life she’d taken. Hazel. Kaitlin knew that the fey who raised her weren’t Hazel’s real parents but that didn’t stop her from thinking she had gotten Hazel’s life. After all she was raised in An Sidhean. Hazel had been raised in the human world. The little Kaitlin knew of that world was that it was overwhelmingly unpleasant. Nothing like here.

Prior to finding out Hazel wanted to meet her she’d never given much thought to Hazel or the family that had given her life. Now Kaitlin could think of nothing but Hazel, a little about the family she never knew. But most of her thoughts were centered on Hazel. What would she be like? What would she think of Kaitlin? Worst of all, would Hazel hate her? Kaitlin knew she was lacking in so many ways. The fey that had raised her would often tell her how human she was. Would Hazel see that? Or would she look at her the way some of the other players did, not human at all. Not fey, not human, something different. It was almost enough to make her want to turn and run home. She couldn’t do that, it would be an insult to Hazel. No matter what Hazel thought of her, Kaitlin owed it to her to meet her. Hearing someone approach Kaitlin looked up and smiled shyly at the girl who could only be Hazel. “Hello, you must be Hazel. I’m Kaitlin. It’s so wonderful to meet you.” Kaitlin stepped forward to meet her as she talked. “You’re so pretty,” she added, sincerely. Complimenting someone was good manners after all. Please like me, she thought to herself as if that could somehow sway the fey in front of her.