Hazel

Heya! If you buy her, I'd prefer it if you didn't exalt her. For lore purposes.

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From the moment she was born, Hazel had been the apple of her parents’ eye. She’d been given apparel, no curfew, anything she wanted. Self-defense classes? Done. A pet vulture? Done.

(The vulture was named Tony Spark.)

During an especially violent thunderstorm, an injured pearlcatcher stumbled into the clan lair. He introduced himself as Sepia.

Hazel volunteered to nurse his wounds they eventually fell in love. He ended up staying with the clan.

(Around this time, her mother became clan leader and her father became more distant.)

Hazel and Sepia had a kid. Her name was Calypso, and she was determined to go work directly under Stormcatcher from the moment she knew who he was.

(Angol rarely spoke to anyone anymore.)

Calypso grew up, bid her parents farewell, and left for the Tempest Spire.

A few weeks later, Sepia gently cut ties with Hazel and went chasing after his daughter.

(Her loyalty to the clan began wearing thin.)

There was a mirror. A prophet. She took over, and there were plans to move to the Carrion Canyon. The entire clan was buzzing with activity.

(A curious hatchling ended up snapping Tony Spark's neck on accident.)

Hazel didn't want to go. This... this was her home. There simply wasn't another place to go.

As her clanmates moved out, one by one, day after day, the smell of metal and the constant noise faded away.

(She sold the apparel that Angol had gifted her a long time ago.)

Scintillant stood in the entrance of the clan's old lair.

"Are you going to be alright by yourself?"

Hazel gazed at the remains of her home.

The ghosts of the past stared back at her.

"I've been by myself for years."