a small colony of apples - invitation

[fulzanin]

WE'LL MAKE A WAY WHERE YOU CAN FIND YOUR PLACE
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The first to approach the rapid noises of a bell being rung was a small child. What were they? Didn’t really matter. They had wings! That was cool, it brought a smile onto the snow leopard’s face. Her tail swung and curled behind her, an absent motion that filled the brief silence. Blue eyes observed, and perked ears listened to the words that the youth had to say to her. Cute, her mind suggested. Weren’t most young things cute, though? Her mind briefly derailed, attention being ensnared by the other’s words. Painting? He wanted to be painted? Painting was fun, she could add painting to the party, maybe, if she was quick enough. “I’m Feza! I’m, I’m the Guardsman and self appointed party thrower of Tanglewood.” Feza’s wings fluttered, shifting by her sides. How much she loved her self appointed title. It held more weight to her than Guardsman did, for sure. “Well, I’m not, I’m not painted. I’ve probably got some uh, some harmless fur paint back home though! I’d just, I’d need to, I’ll need to uh, know what colors you’d like. I’ve got lots of colors back home.” The words poured from her mouth in a similar manner, another similarity between the festive feline and the audience her parties appealed to.

Attention again shifted, this time to another adult that came to the scene. Feza was hardly definable as an adult. Her small size, high pitched voice, demeanors, and expressions all screamed the mark of a young creature. However, the vibrant feline certainly was mature in age. Certainly not in spirit. Childish parties were her favorite, her calling, and childish things were often found in her festivities. “Oh! Uh. Right, right, right. I uh, I came here! With gifts! Very festive, they’re super festive gifts, y’see. And, and uh. An invite! To a party. Yes. I’m throwing a party over at Tanglewood. You’re invited. The whole group is. We’re gonna, it’s gonna be a great time.” The snow leopard raised a paw while she rambled on and on. A grin presented itself upon Feza’s face, and a small bounce accompanied the end of her words. She’d never actually gone and given an invite to an event before. Excitement shot through her veins making it near impossible for her to stand still, and so her small bounces continued.

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