#queen hazel

[mrsfoyet]

Happy Valentine's Day everyone 🥰❤️

[meroaw]

queen hazel

[otiksimr]

any of the queens

also a fun thing, click the random page button on the wiki until you find a character you like

That is indeed a Hazel

[namedafterflowerstournament]

Botanic Tournament : Hazels Bracket !

Round 1 Poll 2

Queen Hazel (Wings of Fire) VS Hazel (Infinity Train)

Queen Hazel

Hazel (Infinity Train)

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Voting ended onJul 3, 2023

[seawing-vibes]

The Queens Gathering

L-> R - Queen Thorn, Queen Glory (and Silver!), Queen Coral, Queen Ruby, Queen Hazel

L -> R - Queen Snowfall, Queen Moorhen

[nathanbatemanfucker]

new picture from TG today (3/25/22): happy friday :)

[hoe4hotchner]

WHY HAVE I NEVER SEEN THIS PHOTO OF TG BEFORE?!?!?

Look at how cute they look 😵‍💫💫😵‍💫💫😵‍💫

[dragoneyes613]

oak, hazel, cedar

Hazel had always known she would be queen one day.

After all, there was no one else to inherit the throne.

The only member of her extended family she had ever known was her great-grandmother, but she knew the stories of the rest of them.

Great-Grandfather, the king, killed by the HiveWings during the LeafWing's final retreat into The Poison Jungle, protecting Great-Grandmother and the egg she was carrying.

Grandmother, Sequoia's only child, bitten by a snake when she ventured too far from the safety of the village, when Mother was only a few months old.

Grandfather, who waited until Mother was five years old, old enough to manage without him, and then waded into the Gullet River, deeper and deeper, making no attempt to swim, and never came out.

(Suicides were, unfortunately, not uncommon among the LeafWings. The knowledge that two tribes of dragons have destroyed your natural home, killed many of your kin, and want you dead as well, would kill you on first sight without giving you the slightest chance, as well as the constant struggle for survival in the Never-home....Grandfather wasn't the only one to have given up, especially after losing a loved one.)

Father, who was killed by some exploring HiveWings near the border of the jungle, before Hazel's egg was even laid. Those HiveWings did not make it home alive,(the LeafWings may have wanted peace, but the unprovoked murder of their only princess's husband-of any LeafWing-was unforgivable) but it was too late for Prince-Consort Birch.

And Mother, who was caught in a Venus dragon-trap when she went out to stretch her wings, a month before Hazel hatched, without telling anyone; by the time they tracked her down, she was dead.

Hazel had been an only child as well, raised by Great-Grandmother, her only living relative.

Great-Grandmother was a strong dragon, an excellent queen, and Hazel wasn't just saying that because she was biased. Sequoia had led her tribe through a war, genocide, the retreat into the Never-home, the betrayal of her most-trusted general, a near-civil war, the tribe split and the forty-five or so more-or-less peaceful years since then, all while dealing with her own personal tragedies.

Great-Grandmother hadn't spent Hazel's life in mourning, as if living among the ghosts of dragons Hazel had never known. She had never made Hazel feel guilty for being a living reminder of all the dragons she had lost. She loved Hazel as though Hazel were her daughter. She didn't try to isolate Hazel from other dragons, to try to have Hazel all to herself, each other's only family. She encouraged Hazel to make friends, to try new hobbies. She did not seclude herself from society(which would have been understandable, given the death of most of her family and the tribe split).

Great-Grandmother was a true queen, in every sense of the word.

But once, when Hazel was four, she had been taking a walk outside the village in the middle of the night. She knew it was dangerous-there could be anything out there, from dragonbite vipers to PoisonWings to HiveWings-but she was careful, and she needed some time alone. All the LeafWings kept a special eye on Hazel, since the only heir to the throne-if she died, they had no future. And she was one of the only things Sequoia had left to live for.

But it got stifling. She couldn't go anywhere without at least two sets of eyes on her, couldn't do anything without some dragons hovering nearby, worried that it was too dangerous.

So she went out sometimes to be alone, and she had never encountered anyone else until that night.

She had found Great-Grandmother, alone in a clearing, weeping as though her heart was breaking.

She had nervously crept up-Why is she out here? Does she also want to be alone? Is she all right?-and quietly asked what was wrong, if she could help.

Great-Grandmother had looked at Hazel and spoken only one sentence:

"Child, I bless you that you shall outlive me."

They had not spoken of that night since.

Hazel had always looked up to her great-grandmother. She admired her. She knew she would be queen one day, but not too soon. She prepared for that day, of course, but it hadn't come yet. Great-Grandmother was old, but not that old-there were plenty of other dragons who had fought in the Tree Wars as well-and she was in good health.

Honestly, Hazel didn't like to think about when she would be queen. For one thing, her only living relative would be dead. For another thing, she knew that she would never be able to be as good-as great- a queen as her great-grandmother was. She would only disappoint everybody. The tribe would fall apart.

The day Hazel became queen was far sooner than she expected.

There was no coronation, no ceremony. Great-Grandmother wasn't dead either.

But the plan had gone all wrong, and the HiveWings were here, and they could control everyone now, or at least everyone who had breathed in the smoke, which included Great-Grandmother, which meant Hazel was queen, at least until they got Great-Grandmother back.

(That was what she told everyone. They would get Great-Grandmother back, and Hazel would hand back the crown to her, and don't even think of insinuating otherwise.)

So Hazel was in charge now, and she had to oversee an evacuation, not only of her dragons, but also the PoisonWings and even the SilkWings, and they all had to follow the strange SeaWings away from the Never-home(but it had been Hazel's home)forever, trusting them with their lives.

Hazel was the only queen here, the only authority figure these dragons had-what had happened to Queen Monarch?-so she tried to channel Great-Grandmother and look confident and calm even though she was as uncertain as the rest of them-even more so, because her choices didn't only affect her; her choices affected the entire tribe. Even the PoisonWings, now.

She was certain they could all see right through her.

She followed Tsunami and Turtle, and Tsunami and Turtle followed the map from the Book of Clearsight, and they flew over the ocean from island to island, longer and farther then any of them had flown before. She circled among her dragons, telling them they would be fine, they would be safe, instead of what she was really thinking, which was that she was a terrible queen and they would all be dead or possessed in a week.

And then they reached the Distant Kingdoms, landing on solid ground only to be told by a dragon only a little older than she was who had the exact air of firmness and authority Hazel didn't who said she was a queen too and they all had to leave right now.

Hazel pleaded, she argued, she negotiated, and finally the other queen, Snowfall, agreed to let them stay the night. Tomorrow there would be more flying, to...somewhere, along with having to avoid some kind of spear-throwing cliff.

Snowfall eventually decided to "escort" them out of her kingdom. Looking at Snowfall, Hazel saw a young queen, sure of herself, doing whatever it took make sure her tribe was safe, confident in her authority-

Everything Great-Grandmother was, and everything Hazel wasn't.

They reached a city called Sanctuary, and at first Hazel thought that was a good omen. But then she had to make sure her dragons had somewhere to sleep, and something to eat, and weren't being bothered by Sanctuary's inhabitants-and the SilkWings were her dragons too, now-and almost as soon as she managed to get five minutes of sleep for herself she was being shaken awake and told that the other queens had arrived.

This continent had six queens. Seven tribes, but only six queens for some reason. One was Snowfall, and one wasn't here so Tsunami was standing in for her. Hazel had known Tsunami was a princess, but she didn't really act like it. Or at least, act how Hazel thought a princess would act. Hazel had never met any other princesses before.

Hazel often wished she had a brother or a sister, just one, someone her own age to keep Great-Grandmother company, to keep Hazel company, to play with and fight with and giggle with in the middle of the night-and, now, to help her in ruling.

But she had no one. Just herself.

And she had to stand there and beg convince the other queens to help them, that it would be worth it for them, and not to make them all leave. Hazel felt like all five queens were looking at her like she was an inferior insignificant dragonet too small for her crown.

Perhaps Glory wasn't. Glory was about the same age as Snowfall, and despite her youth, she reminded Hazel of Great-Grandmother more than any of the other queens. Like Snowfall, too, Glory seemed to be everything Hazel wasn't. Glory was the only queen to offer concrete help in fighting the HiveWings and the possessed dragons.

The other queens, and even Glory, wouldn't send any of their dragons to help, which Hazel understood-apparently they had only recently gotten out of their own war, and Hazel knew what it was like to worry about your dragons.

But she had dragons on Pantala too, and that was why she was here-she needed to help them, and she couldn't.

And then Snowfall showed up from somewhere with the idea to send one dragon from each tribe to Pantala to see how things were, and Sundew nominated herself the Leafwing. Never mind that she was only a PoisonWing, that Hazel didn't know her.

This mission was half-grown, dangerous, all but doomed to fail. They'd almost certainly be caught, and wasn't Hazel the queen? Shouldn't she have been the one to choose which LeafWing went on it? For Sundew to overstep her boundaries like that-for her to be going on this mission, someone unpredictable, someone she didn't know, someone like her-

Great-Grandmother would know the right dragon to send on this mission. Great-Grandmother would know if this mission should be happening in the first place. Great-Grandmother would know the exact right way to speak to the other queens to make them help. Great-Grandmother-

But Great-Grandmother isn't here, and it's up to Hazel to fill her wingbeats as best she can.

Even if she can't.