11-27-2019, 12:40 AM
i was born, on the highway, in a train wreck
with a heart, that was beating, out of my chest
Thanksgiving was yet another holiday that had never really been celebrated back at the pride where Aurum was from, since it was mainly a human thing, and his fellow lions had never really seen the point. Sure, you got to eat a big delicious meal, but... the pride was constantly eating big delicious meals, and the only difference between their usual hunted dinners and a Thanksgiving dinner was that a Turkey was actually smaller, and it required the extra work of cooking. As such, Aurum hadn't really actually expected Tanglewood to celebrate Thanksgiving at all. That wasn't to say that they didn't need it, or they shouldn't celebrate it. After all, the whole group had been in a sort of stagnant mourning lately, and perhaps Thanksgiving was just the thing to put them all in a better mood. Sure, there was Christmas, but the actual day wasn't for several more weeks, and Aurum went sure he could wait that long for the oppressive dark cloud that had been hanging over them lately to go away. Still, when Feza called everyone to her for yet another round of her antics, Aurum had honestly been expecting some sort of poorly prepared actual meal, like the ill conceived cupcakes she had made weeks ago. Seeing pipe cleaners and cotton balls and everything like that? It almost afflicted Aurum with a sense of whiplash, and he stared at Feza's example for a long moment, wondering what exactly she expected them to do with these little fabricated critters. He decided not to ask, since he didn't want to upset Feza or make her retreat back within her lair filled with party goods and an unknowable amount of other things.
Honestly, Aurum still wasn't sure why the hell Feza had decided that this was her purpose in life, throwing parties and festive events and everything like that. It wasn't as if it was part of the guardsman job description, and plus she had been doing it even since before she had been a guardsman, so... why? She claimed that she just wanted to make people happy, since there was so much negativity in the world, and the angel supposed he could sympathize with that. After all, for so long, he had been forced to endure all the suffering in the world, and it had made him an angry and depressed angel for such a long time before he had arrived at Tanglewood... he didn't see why Feza saw such an important responsibility as all hers, however. It seemed like all too often, no one came around to participate in Feza's carefully constructed activities, and all she really ended up doing was making herself as upset as the rest of them. Aurum had to admit that he had been part of the reason Feza had suffered so much for her stunts at first, but lately he had been trying to do better and not yell at her so much. Even without any of his raised voice, it still seemed as though Feza's mental health was suffering thanks to her own stubbornness in clinging to her title as party queen. Part of him wanted to stage some sort of intervention to show Feza what she was doing to herself, but he also doubted that would go as planned, so he decided against it. Feza would just think he was returning to his old cruel ways.
Taking a deep breath to get out of his own head, the guardsman offered the three other tanglers present a smile, stretching out his wings to try and relax his muscles. He then experimentally reached forward to grab a few of the rather messy supplies, looking them over curiously as he tried to figure out how to make a little bird creature with his awkward and clumsy paws. Part way through his thought process, Piers spoke up, and the lion let out a soft snort of amusement, rumbling, "I've only had Turkey once or twice before, but when I have it has been pretty good, so perhaps it was the little model... although honestly that fluffy little guy doesn't look very tasty. He'd probably taste like glue." He pointed to Feza's model for a moment before he finally decided to just attempt making his own little Turkey, a cursed leaving him as glue stained his fur. Pulling his paws back a little, Aurum glanced at Feza and questioned with a tilt of his head, frowning in disappointment, "Hey, uh... how did you do this with your paws, Feza? It seems really hard..." If there was one thing that Feza certainly did excel at over Aurum, it was arts and crafts, and he looked desperately to her for help in this department.
Honestly, Aurum still wasn't sure why the hell Feza had decided that this was her purpose in life, throwing parties and festive events and everything like that. It wasn't as if it was part of the guardsman job description, and plus she had been doing it even since before she had been a guardsman, so... why? She claimed that she just wanted to make people happy, since there was so much negativity in the world, and the angel supposed he could sympathize with that. After all, for so long, he had been forced to endure all the suffering in the world, and it had made him an angry and depressed angel for such a long time before he had arrived at Tanglewood... he didn't see why Feza saw such an important responsibility as all hers, however. It seemed like all too often, no one came around to participate in Feza's carefully constructed activities, and all she really ended up doing was making herself as upset as the rest of them. Aurum had to admit that he had been part of the reason Feza had suffered so much for her stunts at first, but lately he had been trying to do better and not yell at her so much. Even without any of his raised voice, it still seemed as though Feza's mental health was suffering thanks to her own stubbornness in clinging to her title as party queen. Part of him wanted to stage some sort of intervention to show Feza what she was doing to herself, but he also doubted that would go as planned, so he decided against it. Feza would just think he was returning to his old cruel ways.
Taking a deep breath to get out of his own head, the guardsman offered the three other tanglers present a smile, stretching out his wings to try and relax his muscles. He then experimentally reached forward to grab a few of the rather messy supplies, looking them over curiously as he tried to figure out how to make a little bird creature with his awkward and clumsy paws. Part way through his thought process, Piers spoke up, and the lion let out a soft snort of amusement, rumbling, "I've only had Turkey once or twice before, but when I have it has been pretty good, so perhaps it was the little model... although honestly that fluffy little guy doesn't look very tasty. He'd probably taste like glue." He pointed to Feza's model for a moment before he finally decided to just attempt making his own little Turkey, a cursed leaving him as glue stained his fur. Pulling his paws back a little, Aurum glanced at Feza and questioned with a tilt of his head, frowning in disappointment, "Hey, uh... how did you do this with your paws, Feza? It seems really hard..." If there was one thing that Feza certainly did excel at over Aurum, it was arts and crafts, and he looked desperately to her for help in this department.
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