WE SHALL NOT BE MOVED ☆ markers

[fulzanin]

WE'LL MAKE A WAY WHERE YOU CAN FIND YOUR PLACE
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Feza didn't think that she would be able to fully describe the feeling of utter joy that swelled in her heart when she was told she had a good idea. Yes, it did show how used she was to rejection, the giddy noise that sounded from her and the delighted bounces, but the snow leopard truly did not care. Being praised was such a wonderful feeling. Her fluffy tail swung sharply behind her. She deepened the marks she had made on the ice, checking over the labels. Her spelling was horrific as ever - not to mention minimal as to not ruin the integrity of the ice - but the snow leopard certainly could comprehend her own writing. Her gaze was determined, as if this was the most important task that she had been graced the entire day. "It is a good idea." Feza echoed, as if just to confirm such a rare statement to herself. She had a good idea. She had an idea that had been approved of. She was being praised. The vibrant female could barely believe it. "Splitting up. I mean. Gotta cover more ground that way." Feza swiftly covered up her echo of her own praise, swiftly assigning it to the next idea to come along. It mimicked her sporadic and indecisive thoughts well.

Being told who her partner would be, Feza could only return the smile. Wasn't this Aurum's son? She wasn't certain. She hadn't been around for the announcement - if there had even been one (and it was debatable if Feza would even remember) - and therefore could barely grasp such from what she had heard around camp. Her paws itched, they itched to try and throw something festive into the mix of this lesson. It was a heavy desire, evident by how she shuffled on her paws as if it would help burn off the hyperactive energy that surged beneath her vibrant pelt. Nervousness was barely registered, and she flicked her tail off to the side. "I guess we'll, we'll take that way." She decided, beginning to take steps in the direction that she had suggested. Her wings had unfurled from her sides - how badly she wanted to just take off and do this her own festive way. But, alas, that probably would ruin the point. Feza could barely force herself still while she awaited for confirmation that her selected direction was alright, a paw hovering in the air mid-step.

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THE EMPTY CHAIRS WILL BE RESERVED FOR OUR PITY