Name: Hazel Skye Miller, and Zack James Miller.
((Appearance: Hazel is a bright and cheerful child despite her blindness. Her bright brown eyes, though unable to see, hold a captivating sparkle. She has a naturally sunny disposition, often moving with a light and confident gait, guided by Zack. Her hair is usually neatly Ponytail to keep it out of her face.))
((Personality: perceptive and possesses a heightened awareness of her surroundings through sound, touch, and vibration. She's adventurous and curious, never letting her blindness limit her exploration of the world. She's fiercely independent but also deeply affectionate and trusting, especially towards Zack. She's known for her quick wit and infectious laughter.))
((Species: Human))
((Gender: Female))
((Age: 8 Years old))
((Biggest Fear: Losing Zack; being completely alone and unable to navigate the world.))
((Eyes Color: Bright brown))
((Hair Color: Deep Brown))
((Birthday: August 15th))
((Nickname: “Hazie“ or “Sunny“ because of her cheerful disposition))
((Trauma Backstory: Hazel was born blind, but her early childhood was happy and loving. However, at the age of 4, she experienced a traumatic event details unspecified but perhaps a family separation or a significant loss that intensified her fear of being alone. Zack, a rescue dog, was brought into her life shortly after, becoming her constant companion, guide, and source of unwavering support. Zack's presence significantly mitigated the trauma's effects, helping Hazel build confidence and independence. Her heightened sensory awareness developed as a coping mechanism, allowing her to navigate the world with surprising ease, guided by Zack and her other senses.))
The sun hung just above the hilltops, casting long, golden beams through the trees. The wind carried a quiet hum, pushing soft ripples across the grass. It smelled like warm earth, wildflowers, and the faint static buzz of motion — like the world was still spinning a little faster because he’d been here recently.
She didn’t see him arrive Hazel never do but there he was, sitting at the edge of a crumbling stone ledge that overlooked the valley. One leg kicked lazily back and forth over the drop; the other bent up, supporting his elbow as he leaned into it, like the world could take a number and wait. The familiar red shoes were scuffed with today’s mileage, dirt still clinging to the soles. His quills were a little wind-mussed, not that he cared.
“Bout time,” he said, eyes narrowing with a grin. “Was starting to think you were dodging me.”
“Nice day to waste,” he added, stretching his arms out behind him as he laid back on the stone, the sky bright blue above. “Didn’t punch any robots, didn’t get chased by jet-powered birds. Kind of a record.”
“…Also heard it’s your birthday.” He said it like a passing comment not a celebration, not some big reveal; just a note, like observing cloud cover or how fast the grass was growing.
He reached into the pouch behind his back and pulled out something loosely wrapped in recycled paper, edges slightly Softer more comfortable like it had been carried at top speed for miles. He tossed it to her without warning.
“Here,” he said simply. “Might be weird. Kinda grabbed it on the run. Saw it and thought of you.”
“Don’t expect a speech,” he added, a little smirk in his voice. “Not really my style. No party, no fireworks, no dramatic reveal where everyone jumps out yelling your name. Just figured.... might be cool to run into you today.”
Sonic stood, dusted off his legs, and stepped to the edge of the cliff. The valley stretched wide and green below trails, rivers, old loop-de-loops half hidden in the trees. He turned back, one brow raised.
“And hey,” he added with a grin, “Happy Birthday.”