10-04-2019, 09:51 PM
The first person to arrive on this – rather embarrassing – scene, was Echo, one of the newer members of the group. Ever silent, without another voice to "echo" back at him, Worm noticed the way that she wandered over, tilting her head in a silent question to him. He supposed he must've been quite the sight, sitting there pouting in frustration thanks to his "toys" being destroyed. He would've blushed, or been further embarrassed, but he could just feel his frustration beginning to diminish, so he just shook it off, rumbling softly to Echo as he shifted and nudged one of the destroyed dummies with one of his wings, his one good eye glaring angrily down at it, "Hey there, Echo. This is a bit of an embarrassment... a bunch of bats destroyed the training dummies that I made a few days ago, and I'm pretty damn frustrated over it, since it took a lot of work in order to make sure that they would actually function correctly..." He shoved one of the many scattered pieces of fabric aside before slowly getting to his paws, moving over to the gnarled roots of the tree and beginning to pull out the last of the hay that was still shoved beneath. He wrinkled his nose a bit at the stench of bats that clung to the hay thanks to them infesting it, and he pawed it all into a big pile, one that would be easier to collect later.
Turning to look back at Echo, he glanced down sheepishly before questioning as he picked up one of the pieces of fabric in his mouth, "I don't mean to bug you, but would you mind helping me pick up some of the bigger pieces of fabric? I can reuse them later if I need to... either that or I can give them to Feza. I know she'll always find something to do with everything at her disposal... oh, I guess you haven't met Feza yet, have you?" He made small talk as he continued to gather up the different little shreds of the fabric, adding it onto the large pile of hay he had already accumulated. It was sort of crazy to think that there was someone in the group that hadn't met Feza yet, considering her reputation for being a big and loud party maker. It was honestly surprising that Echo hadn't yet simply stumbled upon one of Feza's many events, although she probably should have considered herself lucky that she hadn't. Of course, maybe the reason that she hadn't yet was because Feza had seemed rather... subdued lately. He hoped in the back of his mind that it wasn't because of him, but a small part of him knew that it probably was. After all, he hadn't exactly been the kindest person in the entire world to her, even though he only regretted some of what he had said to her.
Turning to look back at Echo, he glanced down sheepishly before questioning as he picked up one of the pieces of fabric in his mouth, "I don't mean to bug you, but would you mind helping me pick up some of the bigger pieces of fabric? I can reuse them later if I need to... either that or I can give them to Feza. I know she'll always find something to do with everything at her disposal... oh, I guess you haven't met Feza yet, have you?" He made small talk as he continued to gather up the different little shreds of the fabric, adding it onto the large pile of hay he had already accumulated. It was sort of crazy to think that there was someone in the group that hadn't met Feza yet, considering her reputation for being a big and loud party maker. It was honestly surprising that Echo hadn't yet simply stumbled upon one of Feza's many events, although she probably should have considered herself lucky that she hadn't. Of course, maybe the reason that she hadn't yet was because Feza had seemed rather... subdued lately. He hoped in the back of his mind that it wasn't because of him, but a small part of him knew that it probably was. After all, he hadn't exactly been the kindest person in the entire world to her, even though he only regretted some of what he had said to her.
[glow=black,2,300]THE FREEDOM OF FALLING[/glow]
— Reggan