Needless to say, Maes hadn't been the happiest camper. He had been trying to adjust to this new life, and trying to get over his old one. His memories definitely made it harder to, but he was trying his best. You had to give him props for that at least. So, what better way to do it than to do something positive? It would at least distract him from his difficult situation. Plus he may even attract some attention and get to know a few people. He was pretty hesitant to trust the other members, but it didn't mean he couldn't at least socialize.

So, he found his supplies, scouring all over the observatory until he found what he needed. The place luckily wasn't too big, so he wouldn't be getting lost any time soon. After gathering the paint and paper, he struggles a bit with opening the jars, but eventually manages somehow. He settles down onto his stomach, staring down at the blank piece of paper in front of him. He had never been much of an artist, but he still had fun doing it. Once he decided what he wanted to do, he dipped his paw into the jar of red and made a long streak.

[member=449]Margaery[/member]

"SPEECH"

Margaery, who often found it within herself to do well at most things she put her mind to, lacked little skill in the ability to adjust quickly. She was prone to getting lost in memories of a time long ago and, subsequently, hindered herself from truly getting comfortable within this new place. Within her new home. She tried her best, really she did, but recent developments had made her adjustment process all the harder and she was slowly getting discouraged. It was the combination of her own vampirism and Suiteheart's transformation into that bear that she thought was preventing her from feeling comfortable within the Acendants, but she couldn't say- there were too many variables lurking just under the surface of her poised being.

Perhaps, she thought cynically, history was simply repeating itself.

But rather than face the issues that she clearly had head on, the chocolate point had resorted to wandering almost aimlessly throughout the observatory. She did a lot of wandering these days (mostly to get away from her wife whom she now carried a terrible fear towards) and was often bored simply because there was nothing better for her to do. Seeing Maes and what she presumed to be art supplies was an honest gift.

[color=#b14767]"What's that?" She inquired, a metaphorical brow arching. She reared upon her haunches just after speaking, stormy blue eyes locked upon the single red streak that marked Maes' paper.

Maes wasn't afraid of Margaery, to be exact. After seeing her feasting on Suite, he was definitely a bit wary of her, but he didn't dislike her or anything. It was just that it was so new to him, seeing someone devouring blood like that. He wished he could have been as accepting as the others, since apparently that was a normal occurrence in this world. For now, though, he'd just put on a friendly smile as he looked up at the female. Maybe they could become friends, if he decided it was safe to trust others again.

"Oh, this?" he looks down at the mostly blank paper as she inquires. It wasn't much yet, with only one color on the sheet. But it'd be something soon, hopefully. "It's nothing right now. But, when I'm done, it'll hopefully look like a red bird," a bird was definitely an artistic thing to paint, right? Or maybe he just wanted something to remind him of home. Either way, he was painting and he was having the first good time in a while.

He looks over, grabbing another piece of paper and offering it to her. It would be nice if someone else decided to join him in his activities. "Would you like to paint, too?" he asks, giving her a hopeful smile. He needed some company, even though he definitely appreciated his friend's.

"SPEECH"

Admittedly, what had happened only a few short days ago had not ceased in embarrassing Margaery. She was such a refined, poised individual that such a lapse in control was as unheard to her as it was worrying. Her vampirism might have been new,  but she had had no problem with staying level-headed and rational when exposed to blood in the past.  To know that her more beastly side was so easily awakened by its mere scent frightened her. She had worked tirelessly on keeping it shackled and kept away, refusing to even humor it with the very idea of taking over her life again. Was that where she went wrong? Had the mental bonds she had established against her very person begun to weaken and fold?

She couldn't think about that now though, not with Maes speaking to her and even going as far as offering her her own sheet of paper for her to paint on. She wasn't good at painting, she remembered suddenly, but for the sake of showing her more tender side, accepted his invitation with a quick nod. [color=#b14767]"I'm not very good," She warned with a half smile, deciding to try her hand at a flower, [color=#b14767]"But I think my art is best interpreted as abstract- that's how most see it anyways."

And by abstract she meant absolutely horrible.

Margaery already quite liked Maes. She had always had the uncanny ability to tell when someone was a genuinely good person and the male who sat her opposite certainly struck her as just that- good. His philosophy even towards the act of painting was one she appreciated and, smiling only slightly at what he had to say, she leaned forward to grab some light pink paint. [color=#b14767]"You're right," She finally responded, slowly beginning a rather wobbly rose. It was going to be far from art-museum quality but she was actually alright with that for once. Her sheer desire to achieve perfection in everything she did could be forgotten for this activity, she decided.

At his inquiry, she pursed her lips contemplatively. It hadn't been more than two weeks, she thought, but she couldn't be wrong. [color=#b14767]"Only about two weeks. I enjoy making friends and getting to know my clanmates though, there's no one here that I dislike," She admitted with a faint shrug. Disliking someone took up too much time anyways, and she, with her now strict feeding schedule among other things, did not have time to spare to so actively despise another being. [color=#b14767]"I suppose I've always been good at navigating conversation and thus, getting along with people has always been easy. What about you though, how long have you been here?"

As he spoke, Margaery began focusing on the more minute details of her rose, using a combination of reds and pinks to add a bit of dimension to the otherwise lifeless drawing. It still wasn't very good under any standards but it was an extension of her and she appreciated it nonetheless. As he asked about she and Suiteheart, she abruptly stopped, almost ruining her flower in the process. Things were difficult for the pair right now and, though she hated to admit it, they hadn't spoken directly to each other since Suite's transformation into bear. It wasn't her wife's fault, no not in any way, but Margaery's innate fear towards the creature in which her lover occupied made it difficult for any communication to transpire.

Regardless, Maes was asking about the past, not the present. [color=#b14767]"We were part of the same group a very long time ago," She began softly, [color=#b14767]"We met just a normal meet and greet one day and it was a 'you know when you know' situation. I saw her and I saw happiness and a future and love." Suiteheart had been one of her few clanmates to treat her like she was normal when she first arrived in their old home. That simple kindness had always been one of her most favorite things about her wife.

[color=#b14767]"Reminds you of what?" She pressed tenderly, looking up from her work to gaze intently upon the other male. [color=#b14767]"Ah, you must forgive me. If it's a topic that you don't want to discuss, I understand completely," Margaery offered, wanting nothing more than to make him feel comfortable and not pressured to open up to her. As pleasant as their encounter had been thus far, they still were getting to know each other - it would be terrible to assume that he would just open up to her like that.