singing of the light - exhaustion

[fulzanin]

WE'LL MAKE A WAY WHERE YOU CAN FIND YOUR PLACE
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A little while ago Feza had moved her bed and lost it. She couldn't find it and certainly didn't want to dedicate the time to stop party planning long enough to find it. Whenever collapsing did happen, she'd just find a spot on the tiled floor of her home and lay down to sleep. Those quick naps didn't last long, and certainly did not provide enough energy to be as absolutely peppy as Feza was. Recognizing faults was something that Feza had barely, barely managed to do. Not for being a workaholic. It was overall sadness. Crushing sadness. She'd bury it, shove it down. If she was tired, it was from party throwing. Not the different exhaustion that clawed up from her facade and ever smiling face. No, there was nothing wrong. Feza had assured herself of it constantly. She was the happy party thrower of Tanglewood. If anything, Feza saw Aurum as an opposite to her. He had fire, and she had ice. He was big, and she was small. He was competent, and she was not. He deserved his rank, and she did not. Deep was the last one where it was buried in her mind, refused to be acknowledged for more than a bare thought. Just as her exhaustion was. If it was not happy, if it did not make a person smile, Feza did not want to hear it.

The vibrant female grumbled when she was nosed back into being awake. Briefly she was disoriented, paw raising to rub her eyes. A feathered wing stretched and pushed against the ground, causing for Feza's small form to sit more upright. Yawning parted her jaws, and rapid blinking followed the squeaky noise. "Did.. did I leave th' oven on or something?" She questioned. For a brief moment, ever brief, her voice was odd. Different. Not light, not joy filled. Normal, almost. Feza squinted, attention finally turning to where she was. Why was she outside? Shouldn't she be inside, planning a party? Her ears swiveled, trying to make sense of the words Aurum spoke as she had woken up. Again her paw raised to rub her face gently, trying to wake herself up enough so that she could resume her normal personality of festive joy. Frowning, the snow leopard tried to stand up, wings coming to a limp position by her sides. Feza craned her head a little, seeing the food that she'd picked up and promptly set aside when she'd passed out. She didn't feel hungry, as people did sometime right after waking up. She felt disoriented still, kneading the ground with her paws.

"Um." Feza stammered a little, blue gaze finally lifting back up to Aurum. "Oh. I.. I didn't..." She paused, coughing. A firm shake followed, another attempt to wake herself up. Her voice now raised up to normal once again, "I wasn't asleep, y'see! I was just, I was, I was hunting. The food pile. Practice." Feza slowly nodded her head. The energy that came right after waking up swiftly diminished, and the snow leopard found herself sitting back down. "I'm all good, really. No- there's no need to get worried about me, silly. I'm just hungry." The lie came forth, accompanied by a smile. She turned a paw, grabbing the article of prey that she had selected prior and pulled it closer. Feza really didn't feel like eating anymore. She tried to lift her form up again, and stumbled back down. A huff came from the festive feline, ears flicking. "Don't need any help, I'm- I'm sure someone needs it a lot more.” Of course, that word choice wasnt correct for what she was trying to present. A little too disoriented by just waking up, and the exhaustion swiftly returning.

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THE EMPTY CHAIRS WILL BE RESERVED FOR OUR PITY