//For October's CDC hay prompt!

Her plan had been, originally, to put helium and water in the same balloon. In her mind, that would create floating water balloons of hilarious doom. Then she'd get everyone together for a massive water balloon fight. It would be amazing. It would be hilarious. Everyone would have a good time. They'd laugh and smile and all would be perfect in the world. That was what she wanted the most. Everyone to be happy, everyone to be smiling and enjoying life. That was her purpose. It was the one thing she existed for in this world. She had to make everyone else happy and joyful so that she could be, too.

Her biggest issue was that she was rather terrible at focusing on one task for a long amount of time. Feza's thoughts were terribly sporadic. She could be doing one task, barely have an idea for another, and immediately change topics. It had happened before, where her idea to create reefs had turned into that horrific bell-windchime incident. She still stiffened at the thought. That hadn't been one of her greatest feats. Which was fine with her. Trial and error was a must! Not every party could be perfect. She had to capitalize on what went right, and what went wrong. That one, though? Nothing good had come out of it. It hadn't made anyone happy. Instead the group had come down upon her. All Feza could remember about that festivity was how badly shaken she had been afterwards, and how terrified she was. It hadn't resulted in joy and happiness. Instead it had brought gloom and doom to her mind, and to other's. She had to improve. She had to grow and make the greatest party she was capable of throwing. She was Tanglewood's great party thrower, after all. It was her duty. She hadn't seen anyone else throw as many festivities as she did. It was a title she sought to keep, and she couldn't keep it if they didn't work!

So her concept of floating water balloons got derailed when she came across a strange item. Feza hadn't had many encounters with hay before. It wasn't really common up in the mountains she had been born and exiled from. There hadn't been any reason to gather up such an item. When she had been scouring about for her lost canister of red paint she had come across the strange, fibrous tissues. An idea came to mind as she turned them over between her paws, testing out their attributes very briefly. A grin lit up on her face, her ears raising. She gathered up some and snatched them in her jaws, then turning and bolting back to her home. She went back and forth a few times over, carrying as much as she could manage. More so until the corner of her home devoted to creating her festivities was absolutely littered with hay.

Opening packages of confetti was hard. She could never get them all back into the same bag. If she didn't capitalize on their first use, it was about a done deal. She couldn't get that bag back. Feza wasn't naive enough to not comprehend that she had a limited supply of materials. She only had what was in the store. Once it was used, she could never get it back. Each and every usage had to be perfect. That was where this newly found hay came in. It was small, and thin. Feza was rather certain that with a little use of creativity, she could use this strange material to replace the usage of confetti within her parties. The hay was colored in vibrant hues with dots of glitter glue present as well. Feza also knew to dry the glue of question before shoving them all together. More so it took creating a heaping glob for her to realize that such had been why they were sticking together. Then she stuffed the colorful hay into balloons before blowing into them. She used her kazoo for such a task: it was such a useful tool even when it wasn't being used for music!

It took a while, but eventually she had a decent hoard of balloons at her disposal. Feza began punting them out of her home with swift swats of her paw. It sent them tumbling out the door and rolling along the ground. They were light, and the faintest breeze began rolling them away. "Oh. I should have gotten them tied." The vibrant feline noted, watching most of the balloons whisk away from just before her home. It didn't dampen her attitude. That just meant she didn't have to spread them about manually! Her wings pumped a few times, lifting her onto her toes. She fished out the rest of the balloons, watching the breeze carry them away. She was unaware as to how unstable and old the balloons were. They likely wouldn't even last an hour before they popped and flung their self-made confetti everywhere, and onto whoever would come close to inspect them.

The snow leopard began tying together the few that had remained on her makeshift lawn. When one of those popped loudly and sprayed hay all over her, Feza only briefly winced. "That's likely the one bad egg," she said with a shrug. In her mind there could only be one bad balloon out of the bunch. She had devoted such care and expertise into this task. It was bound to lighten everyone's day! She grabbed another piece of yarn and began tying down another balloon, biting with her sharp teeth to tear off another string from the roll.

"There is helium in them," Feza's first response was. Her first verbal one, at least. As she had been the past few times that she had come into contact with the lion, she recoiled back. Her movement was attempted to be hidden by grabbing one of the balloons behind her, and to begin stuffing it with hay. "I have, I, I've improved on the purpose of them though." She continued. Her blue eyes lifted from her task, trying to gauge the other's expression. Was he in the mood to lash out at her again with his sharp words? Something about the exhausted expression reminded her of when they had met at her kazoo class. It reminded her that she was going to be doing another one of those sometime soon. When? She hadn't solidified that yet. For a moment the vibrant feline seemed absent, then twitching and bringing herself back to attention. Her sporadic thoughts truly did get the best of her, setting the balloon aside and then snagging another. "A mobile confetti unit to, to, to- to go and spread happiness and pep to everyone."

Her blue eyes then turned to look at where one of the balloons had exploded and remained stuck to Wormwood's pelt. That had to be why he was here. It'd popped on him and he was angry about the festive joy that she was trying to spread. For a moment there was a flicker of anger. What was his problem with her attempts to spread colorful joy to the other Tanglers? She knew her activity was why he was here: it was always why he came around! He didn't even like parties! Why did he keep showing up to degrade on her attempts if he, himself, didn't like them? Wasn't that biased? Did he hate her that much? To go beyond his hatred for parties to his further hatred for the partymaker? A small twitch moved her tail to the side. "Hay is a very good, it's a good replacement for confetti." Feza's head then tipped. "I don't have a, a name coined for these yet. I'm thinking 'better party balloons'." She batted gently at one of the finished balloons, bringing it closer. She grabbed the string to begin tying more of the balloons together, fetching the needle she was using to tie them together. Needles and balloons, the worst combination, but so far it seemed that she hadn't had major catastrophes with her method. Her anger dissipated as swiftly as it came, her blue gaze lowering back to her work.

Feza tended to ignore how much the lion sighed when he was around her. He was always doing that. When he approached, when he spoke. The sigh of disappointment, irritation. Her teeth helped the needle tie the bottom of the balloons that were filled with hay. She continued working on her small festivity, raised ears truly being the one sign that she was listening. “It’s- it’s a substitute. So I can save the confetti for the, the, the greater things. I’ve got big plans. Don’t want to go, to- to waste all my supplies so soon.” Her initial response was. Her tail swung to the side, an absent movement as she finished tying another one of the balloons to the absolute mess of ones that were already tied together. Her head then raised, and her face scrunched up. “Huh. They didn’t have hay where I used to live. It’s covered in paint so the edges are round. It’ll be fine.” She waved a paw nonchalantly: brushing it off. She did that a lot with things that were serious. Feza didn’t care for things that were serious. Parties and smiles, those were the two things that got the gears in her brain turning. Any and everything else fell prey to her sporadic thoughts, which tore them until they, too, were festive and joyful.

Then she watched him shake his head. She had stopped working now to listen, and found her teeth baring together. “Oh, I shouldn’t be using a needle?” Her voice grew sharp, dropping from it’s usual high pitch, “Maybe I should use the stick in the mud instead. I think someone else has that shoved up their butt right now, though. I’ll stick to the needle.” Feza’s tone was icy, her eyes narrowing. Yet despite her anger, it was only brief before her fear swiftly took over. Stupid. She shouldn’t have said such a thing. Her vibrant form winced, and her attention turned swiftly back to her task at hand- not caring to notice another balloon go whisking off in a strong breeze due to her tying methods being less than decent. “They’re mobile happiness units. When they explode they make people happy. That’s what they do. None of that hurting stuff. They don’t like it because they’re too sad or angry. It’s, it’s trigonometry, really.” The vibrant feline rambled in her usual way, a paw pulling the roll of string closer. “They’re supposed to explode on people. Then they’re, they’re gonna think ‘wow, this is so colorful and cool! I’m so much happier now! All the troubles of my life are gone now that I’ve been showered in happiness!’” Feza elaborated, a wing raising away from her fluffy form to waggle as if it would some how contribute to her statement.

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