09-05-2019, 10:03 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 55%; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]"Okay, okay, I have a plan. If they fall, I'll grab Torren, and you can grab the other one." Did Feza know which one of them was which? Not really. Not that Feza truly cared. Her expression lightened a little when she noted the original stuck person was now awake, and to her seemed alert enough. A small flick of her tail accompanied her beginning to pace. It was a minute pace, mostly two steps one way and then a few steps the other. Her feathered wings unfurled from her sides. Feza had absolutely no experience in the realm of climbing trees. She only assumed that she could fly up there and grab at least one of them and carry them down. Yet she felt doubt. She'd never carried much more than boxes before- especially not another living, breathing person.
Her expression swiftly deflated again- hadn't their hopes been that the other would know how to get down? Torren couldn't carry the glitching feline down. "Do you, do you want me to come up there and try to carry you down?" Feza asked. A vague waggle of a wing followed suit, ears flattening down a little. "Torren, you can get yourself down if I get her down, right? Or do I need to do two trips? If that's what we're doing." Feza rambled, her blue eyes looking about and gauging the distance up the tree. She hadn't ever done such a serious mission before. Perhaps it would lessen the wrath of the cardboard boxes? The thought made her face scrunch up in thought, trying to debate the logistics of her strange religion if only for a moment. "'Cause, 'cause uh, you can't stay up there. You gotta get down some how." The snow leopard kept talking: of course she did. Feza was noisy, and constantly was speaking or muttering to herself. Thankfully, this time it was centered around the several ways present to try to get them both down from the tree. It was a time like this where Feza tried to bare down on her sporadic thoughts, and tried to focus them on the task at hand. "I can make two trips, I'm pretty sure."
Her expression swiftly deflated again- hadn't their hopes been that the other would know how to get down? Torren couldn't carry the glitching feline down. "Do you, do you want me to come up there and try to carry you down?" Feza asked. A vague waggle of a wing followed suit, ears flattening down a little. "Torren, you can get yourself down if I get her down, right? Or do I need to do two trips? If that's what we're doing." Feza rambled, her blue eyes looking about and gauging the distance up the tree. She hadn't ever done such a serious mission before. Perhaps it would lessen the wrath of the cardboard boxes? The thought made her face scrunch up in thought, trying to debate the logistics of her strange religion if only for a moment. "'Cause, 'cause uh, you can't stay up there. You gotta get down some how." The snow leopard kept talking: of course she did. Feza was noisy, and constantly was speaking or muttering to herself. Thankfully, this time it was centered around the several ways present to try to get them both down from the tree. It was a time like this where Feza tried to bare down on her sporadic thoughts, and tried to focus them on the task at hand. "I can make two trips, I'm pretty sure."
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FULZANIN is a 19 year old content creator. Currently roleplaying as Beezlebub in the Pitt and Jotunhel in the Typhoon. Time spent outside of work and writing is typically done in Creatures of Sonaria. FULZANIN is also in a happy relationship, and is aegosexual/asexual herself.
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