so like the flower that you are - wormwood

[fulzanin]

WE'LL MAKE A WAY WHERE YOU CAN FIND YOUR PLACE
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"Okay. That's. Good to know." Feza's voice for a moment grew jagged. It was from her mind picking up it's randomized pieces, swiftly reconstructing her peppy state. She had apologized, there wasn't going to be any anger now, was there? She'd been forgiven for her exhausted outburst. She was very glad that the lion had chosen to forgive her. They were both the same title, they had responsibility. Yes, Feza was a little.. on the outside of the responsibilities of the title, but the snow leopard felt as if she did her best to uphold them. The snow leopard snickered a little. "Impulsive? No, no I'm peppy, y'see. They're very similar. It's like how people misspell school and put the second 'o' before the, before the first." Of course she began rambling, it was both how she showed her nerves and how she showed her delight. Her fluffy form had relaxed, the tension and fright mostly having swiftly dispersed from her appearance. Her mind could easy pack all of the negativity away, now that it had verbally been expelled as well as her apology.

"Well, I don't, I don't really mean for anyone to get hurt. That'd be mean. I don't.. like- don't wanna be mean." Feza then said. Her voice quieted down, ears lowering for a few seconds. It was her common 'defeated' expression, or even downcast. Usually her ears were raised high, attentive, and aided her alert and joyful expression. They did swiftly raise again. The other said that he would be nicer, and softer, though! Her tail happily wagged for a few seconds, icy eyes lighting up. A joyful mannerism, swiftly overtaking her previous nerve-wracked and huddled together form. "I'd, I'd like that. If you'd, if you'd want, I could ask before I, I do my bigger parties. To make sure they're safe. And, and up to standard." Feza's reasoning against injury came from three separate ideas. One idea did not want to stop a party because someone got hurt. That would be entirely unfestive, and it would ruin the whole party. The second simply hated pain, and that mostly stemmed from her nightmares. Feza couldn't even imagine someone liking pain. It hurt, and pain was hurt and not-fun. The third? Well, that was her decency, that someone being hurt was absolutely terrible, and should absolutely be avoided.

Feza could only smile when the other chuckled. Yes, this was what she wanted. She liked hearing laughter - even if it was just a chuckle - and seeing a smile, even if he was shaking his head. That was conflicting in her mind. But laughter was better than the shake of a head, and her mind overrode and said that yes, this was good. "Patrols are, they're probably very important. And, and, I already apologized, you can't go and undermine my, my apology with your own! That's gonna cancel them out!" For a moment her expression turned to one mocking fear, before she snickered, her wings shuffling by her sides. She smiled, tail slowly flicking back and forth behind her. "I don't, I, being yelled at isn't fun, no, not at all. Maybe, maybe- you could do whisper shouts instead. 'Cause they're not as loud. You gotta save, you gotta use those shouts for more important stuff than, uh.. whatever it was I did to be shouted at." The snow leopard wasn't certain for the particular event. It had happened a lot, and the snow leopard had tried to bury it. That was her method of coping, and it meant that, truly, Feza couldn't actually remember the cause for the other to yell at her. Perhaps it was a blend from her nightmares of dying over and over again as well. It still was hard for her to differentiate, but Feza liked to think that now she'd be able to tell a better difference between the two.

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