the cake is a lie - mask vigil afterparty

[fulzanin]

WE'LL MAKE A WAY WHERE YOU CAN FIND YOUR PLACE
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When it came to 'official' levels of parties, Feza wasn't quite sure what was expected of her. She'd attempted to keep it simple and without too much flair and dramatic investment. After all, it was supposed to be a gathering for everyone. If she did something festive that wasn't liked? It would absolutely ruin the whole point if someone was deterred. It seemed as if her attempts to keep everything simple was still a little deterring, her icy gaze catching sight of the first that she actually noted to arrive. She wondered if she should invite him to sit beside her, as a good friend would, or if having to deal with all the interaction would be less than pleasant. Her head tips to the side and she presents him a smile anyways. She is, after all, the group's best party thrower. Self assigned, self insured by her dutiful tasks and the requirements of her gods. She hoped the smile conveyed what she sought to wordless say, or at least to continue to provide a welcoming air.

Next was Aurum, for once not the first to arrive. It certainly surprised the Guardsman, her tail curling a little. It had taken time for her to grow used to the other not being in his lion body. It helped ease some of her nerves that remained despite her long strides in getting over her near irrational fear of lions. Feza's ice gaze lifted, tail wraggling behind her like an uncontrolled worm. Her eyes crossed as the other's paw lifted and patted her on the head. Her mind immediately sank to a brief sputter of being considered childish. Small ears flattened when the other then spoke. Calm? He liked it because it was calm. Because it was not what she was used to, because it was different. It was normal. Condescending did she take it rather than praise. She'd had it coming, Feza supposed. Nobody would have come if she did it her way. Feza pulled her head away from the touch, sharply blinking her eyes to remove any formation of tears. It wasn't any use to be upset at the time.

Her shoulders tense, and in return her wings tuck tighter to herself. "I'm glad you like it," Feza replied with a smile. She shifts, the movements of her tail briefly slowing before returning to the rapid lashing. "Maybe I should get a feedback box, so I can... I can just, y'know. Make all my parties just as good! Yea!" Her ears wriggle a little, paw then raising to gesture inside. "I think, uh, Leroy? Yea, he's inside already." A wing extends, aiding the gesture. Feza didn't quite see all the fun in just hanging out with no activities to do, but apparently such seemed to be the case. Oh well. She always had the time during the party to set such up. Later. There were still people to welcome, after all. Far more important matters always came first.

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THE EMPTY CHAIRS WILL BE RESERVED FOR OUR PITY