Margaery had stirred that morning possessed by a sudden and insatiable need to give back to the individuals who had made the Ascendants not just a place for her to reside in, but a home. She did not often reward those whom had helped her in any capacity with anything save a verbal acknowledgement and, knowing that that had to change, had personally scoured the land and, luckily, encountered a few traders from which she gathered her gifts. It was time that she expressed her appreciation in different ways. After all, words only carried so much meaning, it was actions and niceties such as this one that conveyed how she truly felt about her clanma- no, her family.  And there they were, resting at her paws. The parcels were wrapped in shining silver and pink wrapping paper and adorned with tags and over-the-top bows that she had acquired from some wandering fae who insisted upon just giving them to her. She had expressed her gratitude more times then she could count.

She was beaming now, absolutely radiant in the golden light as the sun began to dip slowly below the horizon. Roses, a brilliant yellow, blossomed amiably at her feet and made for quite the scene. Here she was, living, breathing, absolutely ecstatic to be here and so eager to share her feelings with her fellows Ascendants via means of a gift. She had double and triple checked everything and ensured that someone would get something. It was the least she could do. She had endured much in the past few weeks and had it not been for her friends here, things within her life would be vastly different.

[color=#b14767]"Ascendants!" She called out, her unfiltered happiness bleeding into even her voice, [color=#b14767]"I have gifts for you all!"

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Margaery's cheeriness did in fact stem from the return of her powers. Her flower prints provided her a sense of comfort and served as a perpetual reminder of how things used to be- most everything about her life had changed since the last time she possessed the ability and thus, she realized such is inevitable. As mundane and almost trivial as that sounded, the revelation had indeed succeeded in altering the starstruck general's view on, well, the world and her melancholy take on it.

But that didn't matter right now, not when there were presents of all shapes and sizes scattered around her paws. [color=#b14767]"Just because you think you don't deserve it doesn't change the fact that you're getting one," She would inform Bast upon hearing his comment, a faint smile curving her lips. His gift was one she was most worried about giving (he was awful to shop for, there were so many possibilities and she was dreadfully indecisive) but she was certain that he would at least entertain her with false gratitude even if he didn't like it. He was kind to her in that sense. Pushing the heavy package forward, she would hopefully watch as he opened and revealed to his clanmates a set of leather-bound journals and a bottle of very, very expensive wine. Only the best for her son who wasn't exactly her son.

And then came Hazel.

She'd smile at the girl before finding her box, hoping and praying that she'd like the gift she had chosen for her. She had come across a lioness trader who specialized in carrying all sorts of books and such and had picked up a few cookbooks for Hazel. One had been empty and, to sort of get her started, Margaery had copied some recipes from her mother's old journals into Hazel's. [color=#b14767]"I really hope you like them," She said lightly, suddenly embarrassed. It admittedly felt rather strange to be gifting another individual whom she perceived as one of her own something that Caroline had written. She and her mother had not been on good terms for nearly Margaery's entire life and yet, she still devoted herself to reading her diaries and understanding her life- even to this day. Oh well, she had included Caroline's recipes for the sake of Hazel to enjoy them. Her complicated relationship with her presumably deceased mother didn't matter with that in mind.

Suite's arrival was noted with a bright smile, the girl quickly searching for her wife's gift without wasting a moment's breath. [color=#b14767]"I found the shadowbox part... everything else I did myself," She informed quietly. What Suiteheart would find wrapped tightly in sparkling silver wrapping paper would be a shadowbox with a picture of their tiny family - Margy, Suite, and the Souls - beaming in the center of it. Dried lilies, geraniums, and roses as well as sparkling confetti filled the box and gave it personality. It was something Margaery took pride in and honestly, she couldn't wait to see Suite's reaction.

[color=#b14767]"You all have been so wonderful to me and I just wanted to take a moment to express my gratitude towards each and every one of you. I know that words often fail short in conveying true meaning so I figured that these gifts would better express my feelings."

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