stand and rise again - amnesia

[fulzanin]

WE'LL MAKE A WAY WHERE YOU CAN FIND YOUR PLACE
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Feza’s icy blue eyes squinted when the other kept their distance. That was a little odd. Maybe the colors that had taken away her totally usually dull ones were an infection of some kind? Not even amnesia could take away a sporadic train of thought - it was deeply ingrained into her personality and person and therefore blasted on through. She wouldn’t want to make anyone else sick, of course. “Um. Thursday.” Feza answered after a moment of thought. Her age was another question, and her fluffy ears lowered a little. “Er. I never kept up with that. I’m pretty sure I’m an adult though.” For as much as Feza loved parties, it was birthdays that were a loss to her. No one had ever celebrated her birthday before, and so she didn’t know that it was even cause for a celebration.

Her wings shuffled a little. Seeing as someone else was sitting, Feza decided to follow suit. She settled a little more, wings falling into a smidge of an awkward position by her sides. “The bump is probably because of me opening the door with my head. I can’t shoulder it open, it’s way too heavy.” She continued to insist against a medic being called over. It wasn’t worth the trouble, right? “If anything, I think the medic should only be worried about my weird colors being contagious.” Such was something Feza did seem concerned about. Her mind kept looping right back to the colors, refusing to let the topic fully leave her mind. Her face scrunched a little at Wormwood’s question. It was a little harder, digging back in her memories. “Er.. Looking for someone? Yes, yes, the leader went missing and so me and Vadje have to go and look for her. She gets lost all the time, doesn’t she?” The snow leopard rambled a little, a paw raising to wave. She herself wasn’t even certain about the credibility of what she had said. “That probably explains why I’m so tired. Does tiredness cause color changes?” Instead of raising in pitch, her voice actually dropped when she proposed her own question. “Oh! And then there’s that battle prepping, the, the one with the training dummies! And the.. the, what’s it called, what is it called? Straw! Hay! Plants! Yea!”

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THE EMPTY CHAIRS WILL BE RESERVED FOR OUR PITY