stand and rise again - amnesia

[wormwood.]

Wormwood looked up when Crowley padded up onto the scene, slowly circling around Feza and questioning her in a very similar way to how Worm had – although he had picked up on something that Wormwood hadn't. Hitting her head...? Well, that would've made sense, considering the nonsense that she was spouting right now. He was honestly used to Feza spouting nonsense the majority of the time, but usually it wasn't like this... usually when she was saying something odd, she was coming up with some big plan for a party or something of a similar nature. Now she just seemed genuinely confused, and was talking about herself in a way that made Worm frown in worry. Grey, silver, and black? Sure, Wormwood hadn't known Feza since the day that she had first joined Tanglewood, but for as long as he had known her, she had been her current flamboyant eye burning colors. Yet now, here she was, claiming that she had fur more similar to a raccoon than the children's toy looking pelt that she was currently wearing. That wasn't even mentioning the fact that she didn't seem at all bothered by him. Sure, she seemed to shift a little bit, as if she knew that something was off about their interactions, but then she moved off from it very quickly. Plus, she hadn't moved on from the subject in her awkward and jerky way like she had usually been doing lately, and had rather just gone back to worrying about her own pelt. None of it added up, and Worm felt his tail twitching and lashing behind him in anxiety as he tried to figure out what had happened.

When she mentioned that her head was feeling sore, Wormwood felt his eyes drifting upward and behind the snow leopard to look at the large party building the female called home. He had never really gone inside for an extended period of time, but given how much she usually raved about her cardboard boxes, he could only imagine the amount of dangerous stuff that was inside. Plenty of things that could fall down and concuss his fellow guardsman. A heavy sigh left the winged lion as he got up to his paws, reaching out to gently run the pad of his paws over Feza's head, searching for some kind of sign of injury or anything out of the usual, "Feza.... for as long as I've known you, your fur has been this color. It isn't paint, this is just your form nowadays. I think that maybe you're forgetting things because you've been injured somehow. That's the only thing I could think of that could make you just forget about your own colors..." She claimed that she was just tired, which could've been believable, but to completely forget about her own coloration and claim that she was perhaps a completely different creature? That was ridiculous, and Worm was sure that either he or Crowley would have to call for Selby sometime soon. A frown coming to his muzzle, the lion turned and rumbled gently to Crowley, his wings drooping a little bit, "Hey Crowley, could you go looking for Selby, or one of the other medics like Moth? I want one of them to check out Feza's head."

[glow=black,2,300]THE FREEDOM OF FALLING[/glow]