As a lady of astounding wealth due to a previous royalty she had given to a family member, typically people would think of her as the higher up who will not stand a storm or other peasants. But, rather, she is quite a daring female! Stepping outside when the news tells you to duck under something due to an incoming storm. But when a kitten is trapped in a tree, how can you just stand inside to watch it fly away? Stepping outside, she will save it, the wind racing by her means nothing compared to the vital quest in front of her. But then, she comes to another problem. The HEIGHT of the tree. Being a wingless bird, what else can you do to get up a tree? Well, climb it! One step closer to the tree, the storm picking up. She couldn't stop now! Pushing herself up against the tree, or rather, the wind pushing her against it with intense force, she grabs a hold of the trunk and dicks her fingers into the bark. Tugging herself up, she struggles for a while, and then.. she makes it after almost a couple times of slipping. She reached for the small fluffy white furred kitten who had matted bits due to mud and rain, who was squealing for help and digging her poor little paws all into the branches for hopes of survival. She then caught a grip of its tail in a blind grab, only to have it let go and swing painfully into her arms to dig its claws into her. Fexana would then drop down, weakly struggling against the strong winds.. working to her house.. and then the final blind step, due to her keeping her eyes shut due to all the flying bits of ground and leaves otherwise be battered in the eyes due to pieces that the storm picks up, led her right into her door. Quickly turning the knob, the door swung open due to the winds, and she ran inside, struggling the door shut.. and then she sat down, putting the shivering feline on her floor as she fell flat against the ground. Soon, closing her eyes as the adrenaline wore off and she felt the stinging of the wounds on her arms and chest from the claws that dug into her earlier. But all of that didn't matter, she had saved something today, and that meant a lot to her. But, it seems it didn't mean something to just her. She soon felt the roughness of a tongue similar to wet sandpaper against her cheek, and she looked opened her eyes slowly to see the feline curled up right beside her cheek, and then she heard (Also felt) the faint purring of the thin homeless cat.
Seems she made a new friend!
art by  MessyMutt