Margaery distinctly remembered Joel falling from the sky and crashing right into starpool. He had occupied the body of a large dragon-like bat before shifting into a wolf, that body seemingly have taken the brunt of the damage. She had been utterly useless in that situation though, lacking any and all means to offer assistance and too transfixed by the smell of blood to do anything but stand there and awkwardly stare. She didn't even like canine blood! It had the capacity to kill this form! And yet, the copper scent still put her in that strange trance. Oh well, she just hoped that he hadn't noticed.

Spying the canine, Margaery figured that it would probably be best for her to properly introduce herself. [color=#b14767]"Margaery Mikaelson," She extended as she halted before him, stormy gray eyes momentarily studying his leg before flickering back to his face, [color=#b14767]"How do you like it here?" The Ascendants had experienced a high volume of joiners as of late and Margaery, admittedly, was a bit ashamed that she hadn't been properly able to greet them all as she once did. No matter, she was set on righting that little wrong right here and right now via means of a (forced) smile and a generally cheery disposition. Pregnant or not, Basty hating her or not, she was still going to try her best to seem as positive and charming as usual.