Feza, despite being a guardsman, didn't particularly do a lot when it came to how the group she resided in kept up with external affairs. Her concerns? She wanted every single Tangler happy with a smile on their face. It was her calling in life, the one thing that she could do time and time and time again. Sometimes it got boring. Anything would get boring if it was done often enough. How could parties get boring? Even she, in her infinite party wisdom, did not know. Equally so did she not know who Tanglewood was allied with. Even so did she not know where their allies lived. It wasn't really important in the mindset of throwing a party every single weekend. Outside of the barest notions of Tanglewood's territory Feza did not know the landscape of the islands... island.. whatever it was. Feza didn't know. All she knew was the sea water was super weird, and definitely did not taste good after experimentally drinking some upon her awkward landing.

This little misadventure of a vibrant feline being distracted by ringing a bell constantly was brought by a task she'd been given. To host a party, a great party, a grand party - her talents finally realized - and to invite an ally. Couldn't be hard, right? The snow leopard hadn't thought so, spare getting lost on her way over. This was a group, surely. Feza wasn't quite sure which group this was, as she had yet to interact with any of the other groups despite her guardsman status. By her side was a little self-made basket that she had brought with her. While most allies brought gifts of food and herbs, Feza would never be caught bringing such 'basic' items. Self crafted little trinkets accompanied her noisy presence. Waiting for someone to stop by, yes, that had been her intent. Ringing a bell was just plain fun, though, and Feza couldn't help it. She was unable to sit still, and figured she might as well pass the time while she waited for someone to stop by so she could hand out her invite. Verbally. Apparently her writing skills were lackluster, but she'd settle for speaking out her invite nonetheless.

The first to approach the rapid noises of a bell being rung was a small child. What were they? Didn’t really matter. They had wings! That was cool, it brought a smile onto the snow leopard’s face. Her tail swung and curled behind her, an absent motion that filled the brief silence. Blue eyes observed, and perked ears listened to the words that the youth had to say to her. Cute, her mind suggested. Weren’t most young things cute, though? Her mind briefly derailed, attention being ensnared by the other’s words. Painting? He wanted to be painted? Painting was fun, she could add painting to the party, maybe, if she was quick enough. “I’m Feza! I’m, I’m the Guardsman and self appointed party thrower of Tanglewood.” Feza’s wings fluttered, shifting by her sides. How much she loved her self appointed title. It held more weight to her than Guardsman did, for sure. “Well, I’m not, I’m not painted. I’ve probably got some uh, some harmless fur paint back home though! I’d just, I’d need to, I’ll need to uh, know what colors you’d like. I’ve got lots of colors back home.” The words poured from her mouth in a similar manner, another similarity between the festive feline and the audience her parties appealed to.

Attention again shifted, this time to another adult that came to the scene. Feza was hardly definable as an adult. Her small size, high pitched voice, demeanors, and expressions all screamed the mark of a young creature. However, the vibrant feline certainly was mature in age. Certainly not in spirit. Childish parties were her favorite, her calling, and childish things were often found in her festivities. “Oh! Uh. Right, right, right. I uh, I came here! With gifts! Very festive, they’re super festive gifts, y’see. And, and uh. An invite! To a party. Yes. I’m throwing a party over at Tanglewood. You’re invited. The whole group is. We’re gonna, it’s gonna be a great time.” The snow leopard raised a paw while she rambled on and on. A grin presented itself upon Feza’s face, and a small bounce accompanied the end of her words. She’d never actually gone and given an invite to an event before. Excitement shot through her veins making it near impossible for her to stand still, and so her small bounces continued.

Seeing someone just as excited as her about a party? It really made her day. The vibrant feline bounced on her paws, delight surging from her. Yes, the other was young, but it was not as if her parties were tailored for much other than young persons. Her festive ideas usually aimed towards younger people, people with a similar mindset to her. She knew what she liked. Surely other people's likes were similar? "Blue 'n green do go together, or so I'd, I'd would say." Her answer was accompanied by a smile, and a small squint - likely mentally picturing the colors. Ears swiveled to turn to the next to approach. "Oh, that's great!" Happily the snow leopard chattered upon the confirmation of the invite being accepted. Her fluffy wings spread a little, aiding a delighted motion that shifted her entire form. "It'll be at the, at the tavern. In Tanglewood. Can't, can't really miss it." Feza elaborated after a brief pause, realizing that stating the location would likely be important. Her face then momentarily scrunched up, and she glanced over her shoulder. "You.. wouldn't happen to know the direction back to Tanglewood's, to Tanglewood's territory, would you? Ah, never- nevermind. I'll find it. Hope to see you there!" Feza was quite the rambler, words spilling rapidly from her maw. One last push forward of the gift basket she had created before she launched into the sky, heading back in the general direction she'd come from.

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