WE SHALL NOT BE MOVED ☆ markers

[fulzanin]

WE'LL MAKE A WAY WHERE YOU CAN FIND YOUR PLACE
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Perhaps Feza would be wounded, if she was able to read thoughts. Specifically of how Aurum thought that she was not fit to be Guardsman. However, she could not. She was oblivious to the other's thoughts - and in truth it was probably for the better. Feza was already unstable as it was, the snow leopard was able to bounce back and forth at such an alarming pace that it truly was questionable how 'stable' she was. Her blue eyes watched him shake his head. Of course, that meant that she did not see the other sunk his claws into the ground. Another thing that, likely, was for the better. The snow leopard truthfully liked being oblivious. She liked being the go-to for an escape for all the serious matters of the group. "Just had to, to double check, 'cause they both use the same word," The vibrant feline muttered, but she quieted herself. Feza hadn't seen the other's motion of dispersing his annoyance, but that didn't mean that she could not feel it. Briefly. Very briefly. Faint as well. Feza let such roll off of her quickly, for it was not happy and had no reason to plague her mind. Instead, she quizzically tilted her head. "Who's Beck? Why're they setting up traps? I, I don't think I'd like to stumble into a trap. Definitely need those marked." Feza hadn't actually ever known Beck by name. Her one interaction had been when the other had created a pinata modeled after the leader. No name had been said - not that Feza bothered to remember.

Feza shuffled a little closer, watching Aurum carve out the marking. She couldn't quite understand the marking. It looked odd to her, and her tail curled behind her. "So, what's that marking you just made do? Or, or, what's the four different kinds you said?" The snow leopard questioned. Her ears were raised and perked, and a curious expression remained on her face. She, thankfully, seemed to have tossed her jokes to the side. Now her interest was raised, leaning forward on her feet to look at the mark that had been constructed more closely. Her mind whirred with an idea, but the vibrant female managed to shut it down. No, colorful ribbons probably wouldn't work. Not only would it be too festive for such a serious thing, but they'd be way too noticeable. But, Feza then reasoned to herself, when had she ever looked at the trees for marks? The snow leopard couldn't answer her own question, and settled for trying to figure out, on her own, what the marking meant. "Is this for, for one of those trap thingies?"

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