in a tendency of grace - flight lessons

[fulzanin]

WE'LL MAKE A WAY WHERE YOU CAN FIND YOUR PLACE
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"They don't?" The sound of genuine surprise flickered through Feza's words. The mere thought that balloons wouldn't break someone's fall was absolutely absurd to her. Yet it would explain some things, some very splattery things. Her mind swiftly put it to the side, her ears raised to listen further. In truth, she was listening for once. This was something that they, finally, could work on together. They shared the same position in the group. They should be working together. She shouldn't be deadly terrified of Wormwood, and it was so absurd that she was. Silly nightmares constantly tormented her and made her more jumpy than she should be. She neatly tucked that away, too, just like the brief thought of some very failed test flight sessions she had hosted within her home. Her tail swung behind her, rocking the tower a little bit once more. "I do have some bigger balloons. Inflatables, they're labeled. They work, they're built just for bouncing!" An excited grin grew on the vibrant feline's face, kneading her paws against the box she stood upon. She cared not for how it swayed beneath her weight. It didn't matter, because she was way too thrilled.

Of course, it swiftly fell again when Wormwood continued speaking. "Wormwood. Friend." She slowly said, taking in a deep breath. That term sounded absolutely foul for her to use. She emphasized it nonetheless."Did I ask him to partake? No. I was just talking about his suggestion of pain and that I'm not gonna be doing that. I'm not doing bridge science here. Not asking him to partake either. If people don't want to have fun or have other reasons then it's totally cool. Awesome flying lessons are sometimes better observed." The snow leopard's words were slowed down. Her tone was more concise, tighter, more potent. Her wings unfurled from her sides, and she leaped down from the massive tower of cardboard boxes.  The lack of weight seemed to make the unstable tower somewhat less dangerous, but it was still wobbling about in the air. "I'll go get the inflatables. Dunno how we can inflate them though. I'll look for a mattress while I'm in there, too." The vibrant feline's wings flapped rapidly before she reached the ground. She gave her fur a rough shake, then turning and bolting inside.

Feza returned with a couple boxes with fun and vibrant inflatables shown on the side, some massive rolls of bubble wrap, sparkly pillows, and something that looked like a mattress of a sort. She spread them out, likely just to show what materials were present to work with. "So I've got inflatables here, we can probably wrap them in that bubble wrap. I also found some pillows, which we could maybe wrap around everyone's bellies to cushion the fall without having to worry about them landing on the target. And there's a mattress right there. This is the most safety gathered in one place, I tell you," Feza beamed. Sure, the instability of the cardboard box tower was one thing, but her absolute dedication was another. Her parties were without fault, without any harm to be found. There was no flicker of ill intent present on her face, for this to be some sort of elaborate trap to harm her fellow Tanglers. Feza pulled the box open and pulled out the small, compact inflatable. It needed air still, but the snow leopard felt as if it being inflated wouldn't be important. She went ahead and spread the inflatable out, standing proud as she looked at her work. "There we go!"

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THE EMPTY CHAIRS WILL BE RESERVED FOR OUR PITY