so like the flower that you are - wormwood

[fulzanin]

WE'LL MAKE A WAY WHERE YOU CAN FIND YOUR PLACE
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Hearing the other laugh felt nice. It lifted a weight that the snow leopard wasn't entirely sure that she had ever felt alleviate. Or, at least, hadn't been expecting to. It felt as if a part of her purpose was fulfilled. There was no anger, no hostility. It was genuine laughter, and it made her feel a little bit better about this whole ordeal. Her tail slowly flicked behind her. So she had gotten a good apology gift. That was a good first step of the apology - of how she understood them. There was to be two parts to any apology. The gift, and then the words. Her soft mumbles continued, watching the other eat the worm. It thankfully wasn't stale. It had been in a sealed container prior to the snow leopard opening such to fetch the gift. Yes, she had forgotten to seal it back, but it wouldn't cause the candies to go stale if they were only exposed for a short period of time. Or, at least, if Feza didn't forget to reseal the bag. That was the likely possibility: her returning to her home and forgetting to reseal the bag of squirmy and colorful candies. "Sunset colors," the snow leopard muttered, her ears flicking.

The weight returned upon hearing the other's next words. The swear hit hard - foul language always did such a thing to her. It made her shift on her paws. It wasn't a good enough apology, was it. "I.. I know. I figured it, it did sting. I shouldn't have said that. Even if, if, if I did, I shouldn't have done that in front of everyone. We're both guardsmen. We, we, we can't, I can't be terrified and hate you. We should've.. talked it out. Like we are, we are now. No shouting or nothing." She huddled her paws closer together, wings tucking firmly by her sides. It was a controlled ramble, one that was better than the ones that she often went on. It was better than a sporadic sputter and blathering of random ideas and sentences that did not sound as if there was any rhyme or reason to them being said. "Like uh, like Torren said. Just because I, I've had.. stuff happen doesn't mean I should go and, I shouldn't apply that to you. That was.. childish. Yea. Childish. No. Wait. I can't remember the better word so I'm just, I'mma go with childish." She lifted a paw a little, scraping at the ground. "I, I really am sorry. For what I said. And how I've been, been behaving. It's not, it's not good. Sorry. About how I've been." She continued to ramble, a nervous flick of her tail following her words.

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THE EMPTY CHAIRS WILL BE RESERVED FOR OUR PITY