Feza had found something odd in the back of her home. It was strange looking, and it had warranted further inspection. It was taller than she was by a foot or so. A triangle of deep orange wood with the lowest side extending out further with a rim. The other two sides extended down- and a third side helped it stand up on three pegs. There were markers and paintbrushes near it, all sealed up. The item, Feza wasn't sure what it was. It was strange. She paced around it a few times, nudging it with her shoulder. It budged a little, the snow leopard noting that it was light if such a gentle nudge could move it. Her blue gaze fell to the other strange contraptions, only now noting that there was more than one. There was paper nearby too, strange booklets of it. Feza nudged it open with a paw, looking at the splatters of paint that dotted the page. The snow leopard's head swiveled back between the paper and the contraption, and an idea came to mind.

It was a struggle to get all of them outside. They were bigger than she was, and doing such alone was quite the struggle. Feza wound up knocking them against a wall so she could have the item fall on her back. Then her wings spread, and kept it from teetering off her back. She bounded down the stairs and set one down, and then went back to fetch another. Feza was out of breath when she had set them all up outside. The feathered wings she possessed dropped tiredly from her sides. She rushed back inside to grab the paint brushes and paint canisters. There was glitter glue as well- Feza would never be caught doing something artistic if she didn't have glitter glue on hand. There were vibrant colors- some even had labels that claimed it glowed in the dark.

She grabbed one of the unopened glitter glue tubes, settling it between her paws. She bit down on the top, and twisted her head to get such open. She spread the glitter glue on the wood of the easel- just to give it a little more happy, peppy flare. That, and the snow leopard supposed that these would all have to be opened either way. Then she went and fetched the paper that was needed. They were neatly placed upon the lower bars. It took time to get everything set up the way she wanted. It was messy, but it was messy in the usual Feza way. "Hey, I'm- I'm hosting a painting session, if anyone wants to come over and paint!" Feza called. She went on to open up the canisters of paint. In truth they were the cheap, party supply edition, where there was tiny little spots for each color and no room to mix. Made out of plastic with a clear top to allow the colors to be seen. They all came with their own little and equally cheap paintbrushes. She was still trying to get everything organized to be less of a mess, putting the glitter glue all in one pile and the painting kits in another pile and stacking the extra paper pamphlets together.

For a moment, she had to still herself. To stop bouncing back and forth, trying to get everything settled and prepared for the session that she had already called for. Her blue gaze stared at Wormwood for a good, long moment. It took Feza's mind a few moments to decide on what sort of approach she was going to take. Her face lifted up into a more soft smile, releasing a long held breath. "There's paintbrushes in the little paint holder things. Very convenient. I wish I'd thought that up. See? There's a spot right there for the brush." As she spoke the snow leopard opened one of the paint capsules. It was done with difficulty, but she managed. All the main colors were lined up, and there was a brush at the top. A little kid's painter set was what it was- small and convenient nonetheless. "If you wanna use your paws then I'd say go ahead though. I wasn't planning on, on using my paws unless I was using the pink paint." She laughed for but a moment, scooting over the paint package that she had just opened to the hell hound.

Then Feza's attention was turned to the medic that had approached. Feza's last interaction with the medic had been...was it the wind chimes? Or had it been when she had arrived to the smell of death and despair? She couldn't quite remember. It didn't matter. What mattered right now was painting with cheap brushes and cheap art supplies- not that Feza knew that the items were cheap. To her it was golden, it was just as righteous and mighty as the cardboard boxes. Her fluffy ears raised at the praise, and a twitch of her tail accompanied the motion. It felt absolutely wonderful, that finally this was doing what it had always been meant to do. She'd done a good job! Her previously small grin had grown to the wide smiles that were near always present across her face. "As long as you try it's gonna be great, I'm sure. Here, I'll go get one of the paint things open for you. You want glitter glue too?" Feza ended in a inquisitive tone, noting how the other's gaze had been resting upon the tubes upon tubes of vibrant glitter glue. There were all sorts of colors and attributes- some looked home made with labels with tape slapped over the originals.

Then there was the most recent arrival. Had she ever seen this one before? Feza didn't think she had. Her expression of curiosity of her question to Selby remained. The snow leopard's eyes narrowed for a moment. Again, it didn't matter: oh well, as she had said and been criticized for using before. And he was happy to participate. It felt like she was going to absolutely explode with delight. Her wings twitched a little from her sides, using her claws to pry open the paint container for Selby. She slid such over to the feline, her gaze then returning to Torren. "Oh, it's, it's nothing. I'm...yea, it's nothing, really! I'm happy to..ah..words." Feza squinted and her originally loud voice died off. What she wanted to say didn't form in her mind. She shrugged and turned, snagging another paint canister to struggle and open for the latest to arrive.

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Feza had given the vixen a smile when she approached. The snow leopard's insides twisted a little- she didn't even know this one's name. It had been confusing in the tree situation, where other names were being tossed about and used. It had befuddled her. Not that it mattered- little mattered to her in truth. She fetched another paint kit, fumbling with the latches to get it open. "As long as you try!" She happily chirped. The kit finally opened, almost being flung from Feza's grasp. She stumbled for a moment, before giggling and then sliding it over to the other. "Er. Well, not really. You could do it mindlessly, I suppose. It's just a for fun little thing. Doesn't really matter the effort level." She babbled, tail sweeping behind her.

Then her blue gaze turned to Selby, holding back a small scoff. To her it didn't make any sense as to how someone could do any activity without the use of glitter glue. Preposterous, really. A lengthy word for such a thought, licking a paw as she turned it over a few times. The limb was a little sore from struggling to open all of the painting kits. "If you change your mind, I've got a lot." Of course the party-oriented feline did. She had collected rows upon rows of glitter glue- she was even trying to learn how to formulate her own kind of glitter glue. A kind that was oriented towards her purposes. Dried faster, stuck better, and was more glittery. She would be surprised if there was ever a limit to the amount of glitter that she liked present in her glue. Maybe she could replicate the glittering by cutting up small pieces of reflective confetti. She stood there, thoughtful, tail slowly flicking behind her. The movement reminded Feza that she had yet to turn and paint anything herself.

Her claws unsheathed to try and open the canister easier. It flung open - easier to open than the last one had been - and the paintbrush popped out and almost smacked her in the face. Feza recoiled, giving a small grumble. "Okay then," she said softly to herself. The vibrant snow leopard grabbed the paintbrush, applied the first paint that she saw, and then just smacked it against the page. Feza didn't know what she was painting, she just wanted the vivid colors on the paper. Lots of paint splotches dotted the paper of all different colors and hues. Some had mixed together, some hadn't. She took a pace back, feeling mighty proud of the vibrant eyesore that had become her painting. Then the snow leopard turned to fetch the glow-in-the-dark glitter glue, and splattered that upon the page as well. Her ears swiveled when she heard that Wormwood had finished, her head following suit.

"Oh, it really is everyone! You've done this before, haven't you," Feza said, a bound and a flap of her wings carrying her over to look at the hellhound's painting. It was no contest, there was no prize for who painted the best. No, it was but a mere painting session, it was to destress the group from the horrors of reality. Feza felt the surge of pride and delight. This was working. This really was working! "It's not simple, it's got lots of...people, yes, so it's not too simple. Lots of color too!" She liked all of the colors in particular- was that any surprise when her own painting was just a mess of paint smacked against a canvas. Feza's blue eyes watched as he pointed out everyone present on the canvas, her tail falling still against the ground. "Do you want another paper? And, and you too Selby, since it looks like you're done with your's, too." Right, she'd forgotten to even go and look at the other's painting! How rude, how inconsiderate, how foul. She turned, keeping her tail close to herself as to not knock into the easel she had been inspecting prior.

Feza looked over the painting a few times, then pointing a little with a paw. "The grass looks nice- it's grass, yea?" She made sure to clarify. She vaguely understood the concept of trying to create one thing, but it being taken for another. The box gods knew how badly that had hurt her a while ago. She tilted her head a little, and then presented a smile upon her face. "This is really good too! Do you- do you want me to fetch something to hang it up with? I've got thumbtack things back inside, if you'd- if you'd want to hang it up. Or whatever you want to do with it. It's yours." Feza again blathered on. A flick of her tail added to her words, gesturing back to her home. "More paper, too. I got a lot here, if you wanna paint more." Feza knew she was repeating herself, but what was wrong with making sure that her question was made clear? Her smile remained present upon her face, looking back and forth between the two that were finished with their paintings.