you can leave it all behind ➵ pplants ...

[fulzanin]

WE'LL MAKE A WAY WHERE YOU CAN FIND YOUR PLACE
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“Ive never had the patience to grow a garden,” were the words that came tumbling from the vibrant feline’s mouth as she came over. It wasn’t her usual leaps and bounds, but rather a slow meander over to investigate the reasoning for all this talking. She was attracted to noise like a moth to a light- a comparison that she would fully admit to having. Who wouldn’t want to be in on what was being said around them? Her wings were tucked by her sides, and her blue eyes looked over the one that was planting this garden. Someone new? That was thrilling. The twitch of her tail simply couldn't be helped, nor the grin that grew across her face.

Her face scrunched up a little at the comment of playing music for plants. That to her sounded a little silly. They didn’t have ears! Did they? Her attention moved to the plants, squinting as if it would help her to see these ears that the plants supposedly had. “Ive never used music for plants. Guess it’s kinda impossible to do when you don’t even grow them. Oh. I need to stop saying ‘nevers’. We’re not playing ‘never have I ever’ here!” she said with a small shrug, her wings moving as a result. Her sentence ended with a small laugh, which then was swiftly stifled by the next bout of words to come from her. “What are you growing? Do they have names? I don’t- I don’t mean species names. I mean actual names.” Feza rambled, a paw lifting to somewhat point. Her ears swiveled a little, she supposed that if the plants could truly hear music, then they likely wouldn’t like her usual shrill and sharp tone. The snow leopard supposed for the plants she could quiet down, her curious expression again returning to her face.

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THE EMPTY CHAIRS WILL BE RESERVED FOR OUR PITY