[color=#b14767]"Come see me if you'd like a weekly task!"

Margaery's voice was overly cheery as she situated herself in the center of the Observatory, her eyes, usually so bright, empty and distant despite her words. She felt terrible, both emotionally and physically, and wanted to do nothing more than sink her teeth into some unsuspecting victim and forget her problems for a bit as she fed. Her unborn children - the leeches as she so affectionately called them - were sapping her energy in every way and with that came bouts of irritability and unreasonable anger. It didn't help that she had upset Bastillepaw and had taken to both avoiding him and the Latin language entirely.

Hopefully doing this would provide to her a little bit of an escape. She could easily distract herself by thinking up clever things for her clanmates to do, some that could even provide her amusement. Sitting back, Margaery would angle her ears forward and wait patiently, ignoring the sudden wave of nausea that overwhelmed her lithe form.

Roy really didn't to make his way out here. He wanted to stay in his room, be away from contact for a few hours as he mourned for his friend. But he knew that mentally, it won't be good for him if he stays away from contact. Despite his grief stricken state, he has to force himself to go out there and continue on. He has to listen to some wise words that came from Edward Elric: "Stand up and walk. Keep moving forward. You've got two good legs. So get up and use them. You're strong enough to make your own path." He knew that those boys went through hell, and despite all of that, they moved forward. If they were able to keep moving forward after all of that, then he can too. This place might as well be considered a living hell, but he can't allow it to make his life crumble to pieces. Hughes wouldn't want him to wallow away in self pity, anyways.

The male made his way over, ears flattened to his skull as he looked over towards Margaery. Roy's eyes looked tired, they were red and swollen from grief. "I'll take one." The Flame Alchemist said, his confident, cocky tone replaced by a drained, broken tone.

A genuine smile lit up her features as her gaze fell upon Hazel. She had the perfect thing for the younger girl and hoped that she (and Arion, now that she thought about it) wouldn't mind. [color=#b14767]"Hazel, if you and Arion are feeling up to it, would you give the clan some tips on riding horses and tending to them? I think it'd be an interesting thing for us to learn," She offered with a quick nod of her head, thinking momentarily of the mare that her own mother once cared for. That creature had long since passed though... it'd do her no favors to dwell on it.

[color=#b14767]"Luna," She began, dismissing her thoughts and looking towards the Starstruck Guardian, [color=#b14767]"I'd like you to host a scavenger hunt. Find an acceptable prize to give the person who finds the most."

Suite came next and yet again another smile appeared upon her face. [color=#b14767]"It's been a long time since I've heard you play anything, mea vita. Would you perform for us?" She admittedly couldn't recall the last time that she had witness Suite playing... it was much needed and a welcome escape from Bastillepaw and the leeches.

Her attention settled upon Roy then and it took everything in her not to extend her condolences once more. She felt so bad for him - badder than she could put into words actually - and knew he needed something to divert his attention from his best friend's passing. [color=#b14767]"Roy, hold a paint war. Divide everyone into two groups and then go crazy," Margaery supplied, hoping that that would be enough to take his mind of Maes for even a little bit.

The faintest smell of alcohol brought her gaze to rest upon Bast, her weariness returning in that moment tenfold. He hated her. She knew that. She hated herself because he hated her. [color=#b14767]"Bastillepaw," She stopped, hesitating, worried that nothing she assigned him would be good enough, [color=#b14767]"Host a training session. We may be peaceful but we need to know how to fight."

She turned away from him quickly after that, finding that it was impossible to meet his stare without recollecting the murderous one she had been given a few days prior. Thankfully, she had Rin to look to. [color=#b14767]"Rin, I'd like you to set up a compliment booth of sorts. Have fun with it- you can charge as well if you'd like," She said lightly, once more hoping that the other female would be up to such. She was fairly exhausted by this point of time and sat back on her haunches, glad that, for the time being, she was done.

[color=#b14767]"If anyone would like a different task, just let me know."