two cubic tons of sand - jellybeans

[fulzanin]

WE'LL MAKE A WAY WHERE YOU CAN FIND YOUR PLACE
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The snow leopard curled in on herself when she noticed Wormwood approaching. She was having another post nightmare day - she didn't think she could be blamed for being worried about a lion striding over when it was only in her previous dream where one had tried to bury her alive. She swore that she could still feel the dirt showering into her fur, covering her, blocking away the light and starving her lungs of air. The snow leopard was hoping that he would just walk on by and not question what she was doing. He came over anyways. She could feel the annoyance coming off of him in waves. Her ears lowered and expression fell, but she set down another plate and hopped onto it a moment later. Feza took in a deep breath, firming her voice to hide it's shaky state. "I'm not trying to cover the territory, Wormwood. Some people are allergic. I think." Her blue eyes squinted. Was being allergic to jellybeans a possibility? Even if they were heated and purified of all the nasty germs? She wasn't sure. Allergies were a loss on her, they were not something that the vibrant feline grasped. Feza wasn't even sure if she had any, and in truth she deeply hoped that such was the reality. Allergies would stop her festivities, and she couldn't stop for them.

"They're not abused, they're heated. And I... I'm.." Feza trailed off. She didn't have a reason for what she was doing other than the truth. Her feet nervously shifted her weight to the side and then the other. "You see, they're for the.. the.." What excuse did she have? Her expression grew frantic. What sort of festivity could she create out of the jellybean plates? Feza absolutely hated lying, but she wasn't about to admit to her nightmares. There had to be something! There had to be something festive about jellybean plates. "They're for eating! Yes! That's what they're for!" Feza loudly declared. No. That didn't sound right either. "Wait, no, no, they're not for eating, they're all dirty now." Her ears had raised during her delcaration, and her expressions swiftly fell once again. What reason did she have? Did she even need to lie, a part of her questioned. Would the other even care? She doubted it. If anything, the snow leopard assumed that he would merely mock her for such a thing. Silly little weak and pathetic Feza, not able to take a stand against a dream of all things. The cardboard boxes surely would be disappointed in her.

Her tail sweeped behind her, and released a heavy exhale. "Look. I'm not..doing anything festive with these. I..I just don't trust the ground to not cave in right now or my wings to save me if it does. Okay? I was gonna go hunt. Pull my weight or whatever. Maybe some feathers for necklaces." For a moment, Feza's sporadic thoughts burst through. They always did, always coming up with something absurd in the midst of her rambles. "I just don't want to touch the ground is all. And they.. smell nice and would make people happy." The snow leopard wanted to smack herself. Dang it! That would have been the perfect excuse to use. Her expression and gaze lowered, kneading the plate she stood on with her paws once again. She'd said it though. It didn't feel relieving in the slightest, to say her worries. It was not festive nor was it joyful, and it didn't belong in her mentality. Feza couldn't just shove it to the side, which only worsened her pathetic expression. A sniffle sounded, her feathered wings pulled tight to her sides. It aided the downcast countenance that she portrayed, of how her previous joyful demeanor was ever so swiftly extinguished when she admitted to the fault. Feza didn't want to. She fought it with parties, sporadic thoughts, a never ending quest to make everyone happy and smile around her. This was cracking at that mentality, saying it aloud, and it showed.

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THE EMPTY CHAIRS WILL BE RESERVED FOR OUR PITY