soup salad - p, beck

[fulzanin]

WE'LL MAKE A WAY WHERE YOU CAN FIND YOUR PLACE
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Some of the caterpillars were quite big. Feza attributed to that more as her supplying the correct food rather than some species simply being larger than others. There were all sorts of leaves for them to eat, and Feza made sure to provide the variety. What leaves were munched the greatest Feza usually took care of providing in a firmer amount the next time around. What were the names of the leaves? Their species? It was lost to Feza, something that she couldn't quite explain nor think of how to figure out. Leaves were leaves, just like food was food. Preferences were important. She would only provide the utmost quality for her new neighbors. She wanted to try and see if they'd like a night light of some sort. Not that Feza felt like she had the skills to actually make one, but she was certain that fireflies would suffice. Or would it be morbid, because of dynamics between glowing flies and caterpillars?

Her icy eyes blinked a few times, recovering from the sharp derailment that her mind had raced off on. The other had come over, and was looking at the enclosure that she'd created. Feza wondered if enclosure was even the best word, for the caterpillars certainly could leave whenever they pleased. Then again, at the same time, she'd noted that most of them tended to stay within their constructed place. She'd have to make sure they were actually capable of leaving as they pleased, later. "Yea! I, I built it," Feza answers, her ears swiveling a little. She watches the caterpillars continue to mill about, doing as caterpillars often did. Eat, sleep, wriggle. Very intriguing. "It took a little while but I wanted to make sure that it was perfect for, for m' neighbors," she adds on, fluffy tail swinging behind her.

Realization sprung forth, realizing that now she had an opportunity to speak about what she, currently, was working on. After all, most of her constructive behavior was done within her home - and equally as destructive behavior as well. She smiles, the grin spreading across her face giddily. Feza shuffles to pull over what she currently was working on. "This is like, it's gonna be like a roof! There's little holes so water c'n get through so, so they get water. Mostly to keep the uh, the birds out." Feza explains, claws gently hooking on her most recent craft so that she could hold it with ease. The small holes certainly allowed for such to be done, her fluffy tail wagging behind her with excitement. "I was gonna put glitter on it but, but I, I figured that they would probably mistake it for a pretty starry sky an' then they'd be, y'know, sleepin' all the time," Feza rambles.

She twists her wrists, turning over the small patch for a small project. Feathered wings briefly shift in a restless manner, her head then jerking a little as she noticed one of the caterpillars slowly crawling in a direction that was both without meaning, and closer. "Oh! That's uh, that's 'jehkl'. I think that's how their name is pronounced. Look! They wanna say hi! Aren't they cute?" Feza chatters, dropping her work as her mind flung itself onto the train of adorable, squirming caterpillars that mostly were curious about the 'twang' noise that had sounded. Her gaze remains on the caterpillar for a moment, then returning to the poltergeist that was present. "They're very, very friendly. They love new friends!" Feza declared with a soft nod of her head.

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