plight of sight - snowballs

[fulzanin]

Feza hadn't been there when the whole 'reveal of Crowley being a demon' took place. It wasn't as if it would have altered her view of the other at all. It wasn't as if learning prior information would really shake her views of a person. She was too sporadic for that. Her mind built up from what was presented to her. The foundation was there, it was firm. It would not be altered unless the icy dragon truly tried to do such a thing. Another addition was that 'demon' wasn't really a word in her vocabulary. Cardboard box gods were the closest Feza could get to religion, and even then it was not the most firm religious mindset in the first place. "You could be the, the, the, what's it call- REFEREE! Yes, yes, you could be that if you wanted." Her thin tail flicked behind her. She smiled, a giddy grin. It was present on her face, expressing her absolute and sheer joy. The other didn't have to participate, of course. Feza could understand in this situation more than others. The cold wasn't for everyone. The cold wasn't for those that were the embodiment of fire. Therefore, insisting for the other to partake was nonexistent. It often was - the small dragon wasn't pushy unless it was actually setting up the parties. People partaking was it's own field, and it was dealt with differently in Feza's mind. The dragon's offer of the other being a referee did hint that Feza wanted to partake in her own festivity, and not be stuck to the side lines with judging who had won the snowy battle.

The icy dragon body that Feza currently possessed had sharp, jagged ears. They raised when Aurum approached. There was only a glitter of delight in her eyes upon seeing him approach. Her animosity and fear seemed mostly buried - just like the warmth under the snow that she had created. Her skill and proficiency for using her new element were still shaky. Creating mounds of snow wasn't hard. The ice rink, her first ever use of the power, that had taken far more calculation than she wanted to do again in such a short span of time. "Aurum, you have fire, why don' you just use that?" Feza briefly questioned. The concept of an affectionate gesture went right over her head. A lot of things did. The icy dragon didn't hold such feelings for anyone, nor did anyone ever exhibit them towards her. Therefore, her understanding was absolutely nonexistent, and her mind swiftly turned to the problem of Wormwood's size. "Well you, you.. huh. You are pretty, you're tall, yes. You can still, you can change bodies, can't you? That other form of yours is smaller," Feza rambled. A talon raised, flicking in the air as if it would help her demonstrate the change in size. Her small wings fluttered, stirring up some loose snow from the mound that happened to be her self-appointed perch. The other offering to partake certainly brought a larger grin onto her scaly face. It was true that a serious talk during such a festivity probably would wind up forgotten. Feza seemed far to excited and thrilled to fully grasp any form of serious conversation that could be had over her icy abilities. "Ah, you can go be on that side's team," she then declared, pointing towards one of the pseudo snow fortress mounds that she had created.

the greatest beauty is joy in my heart