shooting for the stars - turkey

[fulzanin]

WE'LL MAKE A WAY WHERE YOU CAN FIND YOUR PLACE
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The first person to arrive came with a compliment. That felt nice. Even an offer to help had been made! That was very nice, the snow leopard would muse. Her tail swung slowly behind her, a paw absently reaching to straighten a corner of the blanket. Feza was proud of this little festivity. A nice little trinket crafting session before Thanksgiving rolled around. Wasn't that nice? It made up for the exhaustion it caused her in full. It wasn't cold, so that wasn't a deterrent - albeit it was a little chilly outside. It wasn't as if the snow leopard could control the weather! All she could do was make ice, and she doubted any other member of Tanglewood was as suited for and loved the cold as she did. Feza was warmed by the compliments that were administered to her, though. She had done a good job setting this up, yes, she could agree to that in full. "Unless you wanna, you wanna add something special to yours then uh, I think I don't need anything else," Feza said, "but if, but if you wanna give yours special flare then you can totally add something!"

The next person to arrive agreed that it was nice. Feza could say their tone wasn't as.. hyped for the activity as she forced her own to be. She was excited, yes, but that didn't mean that it entirely tossed and destroyed the feeling of tiredness that crept into her body. Feza was blissfully unaware of how the other thought her colors to be atrocious, or how he had barely held back a flinch. The snow leopard could admit to liking the ability of being oblivious. It was what allowed her to be so happy. It allowed for her to keep her head held high, to be indifferent to problems because she didn't know that they existed. Her ears swiveled when the other continued talking. Hungry. The other was hungry. And she was being a terrible party thrower, and had not brought snacks. For a moment it did feel as if she'd been stuck through with a stake, kneading at the ground with her paws. "Um. I can make some, some snacks, if you'd like. It, they, it won't be anything really good but, but I can, I can make some."

Next came Aurum. Before, Feza had coin-flipped between either anticipating the other's arrival to her festivity, or hated it. The hate had come from when she had been deadly terrified of the lion. Now? She wasn't scared of him. She was doing her best to take their conversation to heart. The nightmares were even becoming less brutal! She could actually stand to sleep - and occasionally she wouldn't dream at all. She would say the two were correlated, somewhat, but the snow leopard wasn't about to dedicate that much thought to such a thing. Festivities had to be created, after all. "Oh, uh, uh I can understand the confusion. Bake and make sound similar," the festive feline mumbled on the account of the fluffballs being questioned about their edibility. "These little guys aren't for eating though. They probably would taste like, they'd probably taste like glue. And fluff. Neither, neither of those are very tasty." It was likely Feza spoke from experience, considering her absolute love for glitter glue. Surprisingly enough the glue here was not glitter glue, but rather sticks of glue instead. Hearing the other's issue, Feza's tail sharply swung behind her.

Before she could say her verdict and give her advice about how to proceed with the craft session, Crowley began to give his input. The snow leopard's wings stretched from her sides, a little cramped from the lack of use. She would have to give them a stretch again, in the future. An actual one. A flight. To where? She wasn't sure. "Oh, no, no, it's on me for not having food prepared. That was mighty stupid and rude of me," Feza said. The other was talking about the food lacking presence. Dang. She really should have baked some more cupcakes. Her ears twitched, muzzle scrunching up a little. Then her blue gaze flickered back to Piers. "Oh, yes, yes, yes, practice does help but it can't make perfect. Nothing's really perfect unless it's the cardboard boxes." The issue of perfection had come from Aurum's struggle. Feza had entirely missed it, a little overwhelmed. There were people at this festivity! It was actually working! How delightful! "Okay, here, I'mma tell you the, the secret to arts and crafts. You gotta, you gotta use your teeth too. Here, I, I'll show you." Feza snagged the materials, unscrewing the lid by holding it between her paws and using her teeth. Then she moved on to use the same sort of tactic for gluing the smaller brown ball to the larger one. "It does take some, it takes practice to figure out how to grip it and stuff." Absently the snow leopard reached forward with a paw to snag some googly eyes, apparently finding it fit to continue her demonstration by creating another small turkey.

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