Margaery would not shy away from confessing that she had held many of these types of classes in the past- all having been assigned to her in the form of a weekly task. Admittedly, she wished her clanmates didn't simply look at her and determine that she was a good candidate for leading an informational session on gardening and such. Sure, it was her favorite pastime and most beloved activity... but she was capable of things that far surpassed tending to plants and such.

She would not complain this time though, especially considering that it had been close to a year since her last little class. It was what it was, she decided as she settled within her newly blossoming garden, tenderly eyeing her precious lilies. They were making quite the comeback and Margaery, relieved, released a bit of a sigh with that knowledge in mind. [color=#b14767]"I'm hosting a class on flowers and gardening!" She announced, trying (and failing) to hide what only could be described as the obvious tiredness in her tone. Her life was a chaotic jumble of things right now and she... she hated it. But this was her burden alone to share and she had reasoned that she would try her best to not include her clanmates in her struggles. For as long as she could at least.

Rearing upon chocolate-hued haunches, the dainty point would dismiss her troubled thoughts and wait for people to start to arrive. Please let this serve as a distraction, She thought idly.

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★  WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD

Yes! Hazel had been yearning to learn about gardening for a number of reasons. For one, Margaery loved it, and aside from baking, she definitely wanted another way to make the chocolate point happy. For another, Hazel had long since wanted to put plants in her room, even if...her room didn’t have windows. But that was okay, because her room was hers either way, and she loved it the way it was.

The cocoa feline trotted over to Suite and Margy, idly wondering if there would come a day when the two weren’t near each other, and took a seat, tail curling over her paws. She tried and failed to miss the air of exhaustion that cling to Margaery, and felt her thoughts flip to worry, hoping the femme would soon get her overdue relaxation.

“What kind of flowers are you going to teach us about?” She asked instead of prying, unable to keep the undercurrent of excitement out of her voice.

★ — hazel — "speech" — seven months — the ascendants — tags — ★
c) miithers

Though her clanmates seemed interested in what she had to say, Margaery couldn't help but feel slightly frustrated. She was more than the flowers and plants from which she so tenderly cared for... right? As she looked between her garden and her friends, she discovered rather quickly that she didn't know the answer to that inquiry. But now was not the time to have an existential crisis over a little weekly task and the chocolate point wouldn't dare dismiss everyone after she had already gathered a small audience. The show had to go on.

Looking towards Hazel, who seemed so eager to learn, Margaery resigned to forcing a soft smile upon her face. [color=#b14767]"Today, we'll be learning about lilies, geraniums, and roses. Before we get into that, does anyone know the three things that a plant needs to grow?" She quietly inquired, figuring that she might as well start with an easier question. She just hoped that no-one saw through her poorly crafted facade to the girl underneath- the one who would rather be doing anything else.

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