Hazel Temperance Keating (![]() ![]() @ 2016-12-13 18:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log, avery davenport, hazel keating |
Who: Hazel Keating & Avery Davenport
When: Tuesday late evening
Where: Big Horn Sheep Trail
What: Hazel gets stuck under some miserable mistletoe on the trail and has a very one-sided meeting with a mysterious antlered individual. Avery comes to her aid!
Warnings: A little bit of cursing
It's dark, and it's cold, and Hazel is really ready to be back in her room, cuddled up by the fire and pretending like it's not winter. Her trek back from the lodge should have been uneventful given how careful she was being of mistletoe (why was it everywhere now?!), but the light of the moon and her wand aren't enough to save her from a rather pesky patch of the stuff hanging just up out of view in one of the trees along the trail. She curses immediately as her body jolts her to a stop - she's really going to have to murder someone for this. Especially if she freezes to death waiting for a kiss.
Looking around, she realizes that, this close to curfew, there probably won't be too many people out. Shit. She's about ready to throw up a flare with her wand when she sees...someone, off a ways into the woods. She calls out to them before even considering that their silhouette is strange. Or that it's strange that they're off the path. She calls out again, leaning towards the figure, pointing her wand out, hoping to get a better look... but it's no good, it's too far away, and it's too dark, and no matter what she does, the figure does nothing. It just stands, and watches. It's freezing and maybe, just maybe, a little panic is rising up in Hazel's chest as she asks the figure if it's ok. If it needs anything. Who is it? She even asks for its help in freeing her from the mistletoe. But still, there's no reaction.
She's freezing now, though, and as much as she wants to see who this is (maybe they're scared? She tells them not to be scared), she throws up a bright burst from her wand into the air, teeth chattering. Maybe whoever comes for her (please let someone come for her) can help this person, too. But only moments after her flare the figure simply... leaves, its walk into the woods sending a chill up Hazel's spine that she tries to tell herself is just the cold.