you take the moon - open, joining

[fulzanin]

Feza's ears took a moment to swivel over in the direction of the two that had spoke. Her head followed after a moment, and another movement of her ears could be considered a curious twitch. She hadn't even seen those two there before speaking! Sneaky, very sneaky. She could never be sneaky herself: a vibrant pink pelt did not camouflage in any environment. One could hope, though. Maybe if she ever had to she would work up the courage to roll in the mud. Or some of that swampy water, a small shudder passing through at the thought. She'd reek for days!

"It's a very nice bush, I'll give it that," Feza mused as her attention again returned to the bush. Bushes were exciting. Perhaps she was being repeatedly brought to this bush for a reason? What reason, well, she couldn't put her paw on it. She absently fidgeted with the kazoo that rested under a paw, claws aiding her in curling around the plastic musical toy. Her wings, which could almost hide entirely away in her fluffy coat, hung a little by her sides. "Oh, wait, Tanglewood? Never been. Don't really know where I am, actually. In a swamp clearly. That's a given. It's a very lovely swamp though! Very nice, sturdy trees. Lovely and nice, yes." Her tail swished off the branch it had been resting on, now hanging below her and twitching like some sort of clock. "My name's Feza. And business, business..er. None, at the moment, I think. I'm lost. I don't actually know where I was going. Or where I came from. It's- it's kinda confusing. I think running into the same bush a few times over scrambled me."

Her expression barely hardened as she tried to shoot a glare at the tree. In addition to being unstealthy, and loud, and bright, she could hardly manage any form of a negative expression. Even her glares towards bushes seemed joyful. Feza's gaze swiftly returned to the two that had seemingly materialized from the murky swamp, eyes squinting a little. Well, one she could tell was a lion. She hadn't seen many of those before, had she? Or at all? Her mind was quite the muddled mess, gaze then moving to the first one to address her trespassing. Were those antlers? Feza couldn't say that she had seen a feline with antlers before. How thrilling! Her hind feet kneaded in excitement, a smile stretching across her face that smeared over her previous 'glare'.