Once upon a time, Margaery had taken care of a large rose garden she had appropriately deemed 'Highgarden'. She had poured her heart and her soul into the flowers that she had grown with so much love, watering them daily, trimming their weeds, and even cultivating the land in which they lived upon so that visitors might comfortably appreciate them as well. It was her favorite place to be- a sanctuary for her when things got to be too much... and then it was burnt to the ground like it was nothing. She remembered that day vividly, how it felt like her heart was being wrenched from her chest as delicate petals were reduced to ashes. She remembered how the smoke filled her lungs, strangling the life out of her just as it was done to her roses.

What a shame that history had to repeat itself.

The moment she smelt the aroma of burning flowers, she knew something was wrong. Her roses had just begun to bloom too, delicate blossoms sporting all different shades.. her geraniums and lilies were thriving as well- a happy family of flowers that would be nothing but a memory if she didn't get there fast enough. But her lungs weren't cooperating and as much as she wanted to sprint to the scene, she could only go for a short distance without getting winded.

Luckily, she made.

Unluckily, most of the damage had been done.

What surprised her most though was who was at the center of it all. Bastillepaw had been the culprit this time and for some reason, that hurt her more than watching her precious flowers wilt away into nothing.The smoke was once again filling her lungs and she had strayed too close to an open flame, her heart skipping a beat in her chest. She couldn't do this... not anymore.

[color=#b14767]"How could you?" She spluttered, finding that it was getting significantly harder and harder to breathe. She wanted to try to salvage something, anything, but she couldn't... her vision was already darkening, her poor lungs unable to continue to supply oxygen to her brain.

[color=#b14767]"W-Why?"

And then, Margaery fainted.

It seems like Bastillepaw has been on fire lately with his elemental powers. The smell of charred wood and smoke has been invading his nostrils far too often lately. Roy wasn't getting disgusted by the smell if anyone was concerned; Roy was used to smelling even worse kind of smells. For example, burning corpses, that smells far worse than burning flowers. Roy knew that this had to do with Bastillepaw, lately the kid has been quite a fireball and has been becoming a nuisance to the melanistic bobcat. With a sigh escaping his jaws, the flame alchemist followed the smell of the smoke, and walked in right in the middle of a dramatic scene. Bastillepaw was burning some roses, and apparently Margaery didn't take it very well, considering she apparently fainted on the ground. Those roses must have been important to her.

The roses are most likely too destroyed to be restored to their original state. But he could at least stop the small fire, if that would make Margaery happy. Without saying a word, the male would snap his paws, attempting to 'deconstruct' or manipulate the oxygen in the small fire to cause it to go out. He didn't bother to ask for permission from Bastillepaw, as he assumed he didn't have control over it. His gaze quickly snapped onto Margaery, his ears pricking up at her raspy voice. Alright, so she is now awake, that's good. But a medic is still needed most likely, it's not good that she fainted. "Go get Radeken!" The flame alchemist commanded at a npc who had been watching nearby, who quickly nodded and ran off.

He then looked over towards Bastillepaw with narrowing, blue eyes. "What the hell happened here, Bastillepaw? You underestimated yourself again with your fire power, am I right?" He questioned with a calculating tone, ears drawing back to his head.