WE SHALL NOT BE MOVED ☆ markers

[fulzanin]

WE'LL MAKE A WAY WHERE YOU CAN FIND YOUR PLACE
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Feza did seem to be paying attention. As much as Feza could be considered to be attentive, of course. She was still shifting rapidly on her feet, ears flicking rapidly. "Mmm. Nah. Don't think I've met this, that Beck guy." The vibrant feline rolled her shoulders. Again, something that probably should have spiked some form of curiosity was ignored. Feza did that so much that it just happened without a need to dedicate a thought to it. The ability was so deeply ingrained that it did not conflict with her sporadic thoughts. Which was good, for she was paying attention to her fellow Guardsman's words. Her ears were raised and twitching, moving a little closer to stare. "So like, does the line thingy, does it point that way? Or is it just on the other side of the tree?" Feza felt as if she was asking good questions. She had her doubts that she would remember much after the lesson was complete. Her memory was terrible, and in addition to purposefully forgetting certain parts of her life, there was simply her standard bad memory. Her tail slowly flicked behind her, noticing the approach of Aurum's son. The vibrant feline offered a smile, maintaining her joyful appearance even when she was doing her best to seem focused on the task at hand.

An idea came to mind. This was a better idea, in her mind, and it hopefully wouldn't be considered annoying. She paced back a little, tilted her head down, and breathed hard. A sheet of ice, her scratching in a mimicking of the markings that the other had created. She needed a way to remember the markings - already she could feel some principles slipping. So she had a portable way to remember, even if the sheet of ice would probably melt before the marking session was fully over. "I'll, I'll help re-do them too. See, see I got the template right here. Gotta make sure that, that I don't, uh, don't put the wrong marker somewhere." The vibrant female tapped a paw against her.. honestly scratchy template. It was makeshift, but it did show the Feza form of dedication. She smiled again, hopeful that her aid would be accepted. Her fluffy tail fell still behind her, head turning to the side. "Wait, we have poisonous water here? Since when?" Only after her brief pause did the other's words fully register in her mind. She didn't fancy that idea, not at all. Feza stuck her tongue out, as if to visually show her huffy attitude towards poison.

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THE EMPTY CHAIRS WILL BE RESERVED FOR OUR PITY