in a tendency of grace - flight lessons

[fulzanin]

WE'LL MAKE A WAY WHERE YOU CAN FIND YOUR PLACE
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From atop her mighty cardboard box tower, Feza could see Wormwood coming from a little distance away. She bit back a sigh of annoyance. Why. Why was it always the one person in this group that tormented her the most was the one that always came to her festivities the first? Was it because they were the same rank? Because he hated her just that much, so that every single activity had to be centered around that hateful relationship. Her ears lowered: and there it was, the criticism. Neverending. It always pricked at her spine to hear of her oversights, to hear into how she'd forgotten one tiny little thing. The big picture was what mattered! This flight class was absolutely perfect, and absolutely nothing was wrong with her. When her weight shifted, the tower rocked beneath her. "Wormwood, it's not nice to doubt the strength of the cardboard boxes. They allow everyone to keep on living. The least you could do is show them some respect. They let me make this tower out of them: I doubt they'll go back on their, on their word and collapse." Her blue eyes looked at the brown material that rested beneath her paws.

Then she heard his comment of offering aid. Her teeth clenched together. It struck a chord with her nightmares, of how her previous position of power had been swiped from right beneath her. Yet again, this was the first time that they'd ever be working together for something, wouldn't it. "Really? You. Want to help me. With something. Great! This is perfect!" A grin spread across her face, and her wings spread from her sides. "What could we use for padding, since you're worried about it? I've got confetti and lots of balloons inside. Haven't tested how well a balloon breaks someone's fall. If you're gonna help, you could go get something that does that, yea? And snacks! I forgot snacks!" The snow leopard's rambling swiftly began to grown spontaneous. She moved to a stand, the tower teetering a little from the swift movement. "I can get snacks later, I suppose, or not at all. But flying does make people pretty hungry. But this lesson isn't about food, it's about flying!" Her thoughts seemed quite a bit more sporadic: they were the common ways that they raced down when she was planning these sorts of things, after all. It explained how she missed the most crucial of details, and only furthered how the snow leopard could babble on and on.

Feza's gaze then looked over at Crowley. Swiftly her mind clamped down on asking into why the other wasn't going to be participating. He seemed to have wings, and they looked fine from all the way up here. The snow leopard had to shrug to herself. "No, no one's gonna get hurt. Wormwood's gonna go get padding and help me teach. That way no one ever gets hurt doing this!" The giddy grin refused to leave the feline's face, and her tail excitedly wagged behind her. Even Feza had enough sense to slow the motion down when the tower began teetering. It didn't deter her - rather, she seemed too deeply enthralled in her thrill to fully grasp the danger of the tower of cardboard boxes she remained perched on.

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