02-15-2019, 01:05 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; color: black; line-height: 22px;"]☁ hayley had been like that once. a child, alone in the world, just doing their best to get by. her earliest memories were of sitting in what had once been a grocery store, eating some long expired cereal, hardly five years old. for as long as she could recall being alive, she'd had the silver dogtags dangling over her neck, a name and a birthdate engraved on it, both of which she'd always assumed were her own, though she'd never been able to know for sure. for all she knew, her name was not hayley chase, and she had not been born february seventeenth, two-thousand and fifteen. but it was an identity she'd never had any choice but to adopt, because she didn't know any better. it was all she had to call herself, so she went with it.
hayley and jackson had been in the hallway, hope dozing off in his arms, the two hudled close together, speaking in inaudible whispers, clearly serious looks on their faces. they smiled at anyone who passed, but resumed their intense debate as soon as they'd passed by. it was only when hayley heard the commotion of echo's arrival that she turned away from her fiance, peering down the hallway to see the small child and everyone fretting over thembrows furrowing, a concerned look on her face, she glanced at jackson and sighed. ❝we'll talk about this later.❞ she told him, and he nodded in understanding as she turned to walk down the hallway, following behind her.
as she entered the living room, her gaze shifted from face to face, happy to see that everyone was getting into the swing of how to treat the people who turned up there. offering food and warm drinks, getting down a name, making sure they were alright. it was sort of reassuring that she didn't need to stand there, correcting anyone's behavior; even brendan was being... as friendly as brendan ever got. still, she moved in, a very maternal worry in her eyes as she moved closer to them, jackson and hope hanging back as she dropped to a squat in front of them. ❝sweetheart, you're at the flintlock lodge, my name's hayley.❞ she explained slowly, glancing over the child before glancing over her shoulder at jackson, ❝go grab some dry clothes, something that might fit a little better,❞ she told him, and he nodded immediately, turning and departing with hope. they'd spent the entire prior evening digging through and organizing the extra clothing bins in the basement, trying to find formal-appropriate clothing.
glancing back to echo, she cleared her throat. ❝sweetie, do you have any family? any friends that took care of you? a group?❞ an adult wandering up the mountain was unconcerning, but this was a small child, and small children ususally had someone that had, at some point, cared about them. some lost adult could do as they wished, but a lost child in general needed to either be returned to their guardian, or a patrol ought to be aware of a guardian searching for a child. if hope, a few years older, ever got lost, she had to hope that whoever found her daughter might have attempted to return her to hayley, just as she'd spent her life wishing somehow, someone had returned her to her parents.
hayley and jackson had been in the hallway, hope dozing off in his arms, the two hudled close together, speaking in inaudible whispers, clearly serious looks on their faces. they smiled at anyone who passed, but resumed their intense debate as soon as they'd passed by. it was only when hayley heard the commotion of echo's arrival that she turned away from her fiance, peering down the hallway to see the small child and everyone fretting over thembrows furrowing, a concerned look on her face, she glanced at jackson and sighed. ❝we'll talk about this later.❞ she told him, and he nodded in understanding as she turned to walk down the hallway, following behind her.
as she entered the living room, her gaze shifted from face to face, happy to see that everyone was getting into the swing of how to treat the people who turned up there. offering food and warm drinks, getting down a name, making sure they were alright. it was sort of reassuring that she didn't need to stand there, correcting anyone's behavior; even brendan was being... as friendly as brendan ever got. still, she moved in, a very maternal worry in her eyes as she moved closer to them, jackson and hope hanging back as she dropped to a squat in front of them. ❝sweetheart, you're at the flintlock lodge, my name's hayley.❞ she explained slowly, glancing over the child before glancing over her shoulder at jackson, ❝go grab some dry clothes, something that might fit a little better,❞ she told him, and he nodded immediately, turning and departing with hope. they'd spent the entire prior evening digging through and organizing the extra clothing bins in the basement, trying to find formal-appropriate clothing.
glancing back to echo, she cleared her throat. ❝sweetie, do you have any family? any friends that took care of you? a group?❞ an adult wandering up the mountain was unconcerning, but this was a small child, and small children ususally had someone that had, at some point, cared about them. some lost adult could do as they wished, but a lost child in general needed to either be returned to their guardian, or a patrol ought to be aware of a guardian searching for a child. if hope, a few years older, ever got lost, she had to hope that whoever found her daughter might have attempted to return her to hayley, just as she'd spent her life wishing somehow, someone had returned her to her parents.
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