For all the time Margaery spent cooped up in the Observatory, she didn’t think she had ever paid a visit to the Picture Room. Usually, her attention was drawn to her room or the grand circle, never straying from her particular interests simply because change had begun to overwhelm the chocolate point. Since returning from death, everything was so painfully different and she was struggling to keep her head above water. It didn’t help that she was burdened with her own, personal instability- the facets of herself that she had suppressed often times struggling to the surface to make rare (and painful) appearances. Luckily, Maarit seemed to be once more dormant and the monster... well, she was always tempted by the monster. This was an ordinary day for her. But maybe this change in pace was good. Apparently, this room had windows and everyone knew just how much Margaery enjoyed feeling the sun on her face (even with its capacity to burn her sensitive skin).

Entering the room following Suite’s call, she fought the urge to place herself directly next to her wife, opting to sit in front of her instead. She remained silent for a moment, processing her words and scouring her mind for an interesting event that she could provide to liven up the relationship between the Ascendants and Tanglewood- and then it hit her.

[color=#b14767]”I enjoy a masquerade as much as the next person. The Observatory would be the perfect place to have one! We could invite Tanglewood, have drinks, food, games, music, everything a party needs! A good party might lift everyone’s spirits as well. Things have been rather... gloomy, as of late,” She offered breezily, a casual shrug of her shoulders following her words. She probably had an old mask laying around her antique room that she could wear and a masquerade would be good fun for everyone involved. Hopefully, it’d also succeed in showing the most reluctant Ascendants that the members of Tanglewood were nothing to be wary of. [color=#b14767]”I’ll organize everything myself as well!” She added on quickly. Margaery did love planning parties.

Or... was she looking for a distraction?

At this point, who knew?

Roy was the next one to pad in, arriving shortly after Gordon. Roy was a little late, but thankfully he arrived just in time to hear the suggestions. While Roy is clearly not a fan of Tanglewood, the combination of partying and easing tensions aren't a bad idea. Roy knows that he himself has to get more used to calling Tanglewood their ally, and stopping himself from assuming every Tanglewood member is like their horrid, out of control leader. These events with Tanglewood can probably do him some good, even if he's not a fan of it at first.

Roy didn't say a word, ears pricked up as he listened to the suggestions of his groupmates. He listened carefully to each suggestion made, processing them through his head as he began to think of his own. A masquerade with Tanglewood, suggested by Margaery. A truth or dare session with Snowbound, suggested by Gordon. The male thought to himself, with a flick of his ear. So, a social gathering and a bonding game. Now, what can I think of that can benefit both Ascendants and Snowbound? He thought to himself as he ran ideas through his skull, before the perfect event came to him. A light bulb lit in Roy's skull, this event wasn't a social gathering, nor a bonding game. Rather instead, it's an event that can strengthen one's skills in probably one of the most important things. The Ascendants, in Roy Mustang's mind, have proven themselves not to have much in this- fighting. To Roy, it seems like this clan is full of pacifists, who won't even dare to hurt a fly.

"I can host and invite Snowbound to a sparring competition," Roy spoke up with a confident, calculating tone, gaze locking onto Suiteheart. She was the one running this meeting, meaning she was the one he's awaiting approval from. He doesn't feel like she'll say no to it, but his gaze didn't steer away from her. It stayed firmly locked, eyes gleaming with anticipation.