DON'T BELIEVE IN CHRISTMAS + GIFT GALA

[fulzanin]

WE'LL MAKE A WAY WHERE YOU CAN FIND YOUR PLACE
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Gifts. Feza hadn't ever actually made specialized gifts before. Perhaps her tinsel hats could have been considered gifts, but she hadn't ever actually finished the task. Perhaps the modified kazoos counted as gifts, not that anyone had partaken in that lesson. Perhaps the cupcakes she baked could have been gifts, but no one had actually eaten them. The snow leopard presented broad gifts, gifts that were one and the same between every person with little variation. Like party favor bags, where every person got the same assortment of trinkets. It was not as if Feza actually knew her fellow Tanglers in depth enough to present specialized gifts to them. Deep down she was worried that she would get the wrong gift and make someone mad. Oh, she had already endured enough anger being directed at her to last a lifetime. If she could help it, Feza wanted pleasant times from then out! This was the festive season, the 'most wonderful time of the year' and whatnot. There was no room for ill pleasant behavior when the air was chilled and joy was to be had. Fun, festive, pleasant, joyful, that was what the snow leopard hoped to be present. No more anger and hissing or claws or whatever else was terrible that Feza didn't want to remember at the time. There was more important things like trying to create Christmas decorations to be done than to think about what Feza considered awful and terrible in the world.

The snow leopard had been glueing some pine tree branches next to the lights on her porch when she heard the call. She had to finish her task at hand before she came trotting over. Standing back from her work, admiring it, only to huff when one of the branches came tumbling back down. She'd fix it later, after the Gift Gala. Not that Feza had heard of this event prior. Gifts were festive, though, and the snow leopard was practically attracted like a magnet to such things. "Oh, wow," Feza said, blue eyes wide as she took in the festive scenery. It looked great, and she bounced a little on her paws. It was the familiar sporadic movements of party throwing, yes, but Feza seemed to quickly wrangle herself back under control. Uncertain about nearly all the liquids present for consumption, the snow leopard decided to just grab some random beverage and bring it with her over to where the event seemed to actually be happening. Feza carried the cup with a look of utter concentration on her face, determined to not spill a single drop of it. Then she sat down, wings pulled close to her body while she lowered her head to set down the cup. "It's very festive, very very festive," Feza said with her tone still filled with awe. Her gaze rapidly flicked around as if still trying to take in every single aspect in one singular second, and not being able to.

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