DOWN BY WILLOW SQUARE ☆ training dummies

[fulzanin]

WE'LL MAKE A WAY WHERE YOU CAN FIND YOUR PLACE
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"Dummies isn't a nice word to, to use to, to describe those..things," Feza commented as her paws carried her over. The somewhat familiar and foreign stench of hay had brought her over. Her mind had, at first, decided that Wormwood was somewhat throwing a festivity with the hay. Hay persons? What were all of those doing about? She couldn't grasp the concept of a training dummy: it wasn't as if she knew what that terminology even was. It was foreign and did not spread joy, and so it made sense that she thought that Wormwood was merely insulting his own creation. Which was saddening. Her ears were pressed against her head and her movements became more jittery as she came over closer. The vibrant feline was sure to keep a fair amount of distance, ears pressed against her head. "What even are these supposed to be? Wormwood, if you're trying, trying to, to, to, ah, to make a crowd for a party out of hay, you could have just asked. I have connections. The- the- the cardboard boxes would gladly attend."

Her nervous stammer had swiftly grown in her words, taking over what had once been firm determination. Once it had been that she could never be knocked down, and now it seemed that she had trouble remaining at that level. Her tail flicked back and forth behind her, then coming to a rest against the ground. Feza's head swiveled to look at the other that had come to investigate. Was this supposed to be a party? The nervousness of her face melted to confusion, if only for a moment. The mutated wings pulled closer to her sides, aiding a small twitch. "Yea, what even are these supposed to be..? I- I can't tell."

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THE EMPTY CHAIRS WILL BE RESERVED FOR OUR PITY