it's already almost dawn;; winter

[fulzanin]

WE'LL MAKE A WAY WHERE YOU CAN FIND YOUR PLACE
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Feza could say with full certainty that the repetition of 'one' was unnerving. It left her vibrant pelt to fluff out in discomfort, uncertain about the entire predicament at hand. This wasn't festive, not festive at all despite the presence of gifts. Nervously she kneaded her paws against the ground, as if it would help her work out her nerves. Who was doing the chanting? Was it some really weird prank scenario, with some person who could control the fog standing out of sight? Feza was, honestly, expecting someone to come leaping out and shriek 'surprise' or 'gotcha' at the mixed group present. It gave reason to her rapidly looking about. Feza jumped a little when she felt touch, but a brief glance assured her that it was just Aurum. It was not as if Feza felt any physical contact often. Yet it was comforting. She knew the lion was very powerful, and it was good to know that he was here. If anything bad happened he could deal with it, right? She felt confident in the Captain's capabilities. "Maybe we can all take one and, and, and- we take one and see what's in them? And, and if it's not for us then we can, we- just switch the boxes. Not switch, not- not switching them. Change them? Is- is that a better, is that better? Or share all the stuff in the boxes. Sharing's good, right? So we could, but, but, it's one- one?" Her mind was sputtering from her nerves, slowly shuffling on after the other Tangler present, not wanting to be too far from someone familiar.

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THE EMPTY CHAIRS WILL BE RESERVED FOR OUR PITY