so like the flower that you are - wormwood

[fulzanin]

WE'LL MAKE A WAY WHERE YOU CAN FIND YOUR PLACE
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Smiles were always a win in Feza's eyes. Her posture raised a little, face lifting from the previous full of concern and doubt and worry and sheer terror that had commonly been flickering in her face. Feathered wings nervously fidgeted by her sides, and her weight continued to move back and forth, side to side, constantly moving and changing where her weight centered. Her ears tended to lower when she heard something that didn't quite settle with her. Having to again explain the reasoning behind her fear did such a thing, and her briefly joyed expression faltered. Her face did that a lot, rising to sheer delight only to swiftly come crashing back down again. Her emotions jumped around like her thoughts. One minute they were on one specific train, barreling at the extreme, and the next the tracks had changed and near done a one hundred and eighty degree turn. Her blue eyes turned to look off to the side, as if a certain patch of grass had suddenly become interesting enough to warrant her rapidly shifting attention.

"Because one plus one is two, is two, forever will be two, and can't change from, from being two." Feza said slowly. Her paw scraped at the ground again, claws remaining tucked away in her fluffy paw. "I told you I, I was having nightmares. Punishment. I don't, I dunno what I did to deserve it, but apparently I do. Dying over and, and over again. 'Cause a lion didn't like parties. He told me they were, they're dumb. That's about, about all I can remember before, before, dying, yea? Lion and party is death. One plus one is one. Two. It's two. Always." Feza muttered. Her voice dropped a little, tail pulling closer to her body. "'Cause you don't, you don't like my parties. So it's the same thing. Er. Thought it'd be the same thing. I guess, I guess this not being a nightmare was, I forgot to factor that in. I.. I was just, y'know. Scared. Really scared." A momentary shudder passed through her fluffy form. Scared put it lightly, the snow leopard did not have a word to describe the absolute terror that had ensnared her during her rant and shouts a few days ago.

Feza's icy eyes squinted shut for a few moments. "Is, is it wrong for, for me to be scared of dying? It's been going on for, for a while. I guess I, I guess I forgot where the nightmare is and where the, the, the real world is. I'm not, not saying it's an excuse. I don't have any excuse for how mean I was being. I'm just, just, I'm just saying why." Her paws moved closer, huddling her small form together. Her paws still kneaded the ground beneath her. Speaking about the nightmare made her uncomfortable indeed. It didn't help her exhaustion any, to be reminded of how a night of good rest had escaped from her grasp. "You are.. very good at shouting. You, you could, yea, you could definitely do something really cool with how loud your voice is. Announce races. And party winners." Feza then said, tone almost managing to sound as if she was joking. Poking fun at how she knew well how Wormwood's shouting voice sounded, as she had often been on the recieving end with her antics.

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THE EMPTY CHAIRS WILL BE RESERVED FOR OUR PITY