[b]"Oh my, love... are you lost?"

The inquiry fell smoothly from the lips of Margaery Mikaelson as she approached Alexander, roses in various shades of red blooming in her wake. Concern danced across her features loudly, chocolate lips twisted into a frown as she quickly scoured the child for anything akin to an injury. After he passed that inspection, she made the decision to crouch down to better see him, forcing a gentleness onto her face in some attempt not to frighten him. Lost children were serious business and the Cosmic General sincerely hoped that he was not the result of some abandonment by his parents. She'd hunt them down and kill them if that were the case.

But that was just Genevieve talking, pushing the thought into her mind so easily. She ignored it for the most part, instead keeping her bright gaze upon the child. There would be no killing of anyone, not today at least. "I'm Margaery Mikaelson and you're in the Ascendants... where are your parents, parvulus?" She proceeded to ask, a brow rising, "Do you want to stay here?" She'd take care of him if that were the case. She was made to be a mother and acted accordingly because of that. Children extended to her a sort of happiness that she could not so easily find elsewhere, and she would admit: she loved seeing them content and thriving, free to grow up as they wished with as little burden as possible.

Again he had to ask the silent cosmos on why a child would be so left alone, what tragedy or cruelty had befallen this one? to end up so alone in unfamiliar territory.

Anzarel might have sighed but Margaery was already speaking comfort, the deity merely stayed quiet and glanced around - no, sill no sign of anyone else - he tried not to seem so large but to a pup, he was a veritable giant and likely to put the child ill at ease considering his often severe look.

still he shook his head glancing to Margaery - it was clear the pup was indeed alone.

"Well, I guess he's ours, then," Bastille commented lowly as he joined them, steps light and silent. His gaze flickered over the pup slowly, as if that could tell him anything, but he didn't carry any distinctive scent. Dryly, he reflected that at least all these lost kiddos seemed to be coming to the beacon of orphans. They had more found family than true family, here. He glanced towards Margy, as if assuming that she was going to snatch up this kid, and added, "We can get him settled in near you. And then we can look for... them."

He had no idea who "them" referred to, but assumed that was this kid's parents. Bast's gaze flickered back to the little thing as he greeted directly, voice still low, "Hey. I'm Bast. What's your name?"

[b]BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS — ASTRAL SERAPH — THE ASCENDANTS — TAGS

Margaery did indeed attempt to present herself as kind and gentle, graceful too. While she and her family came from a viking village nearly one thousand years ago, she had been shaped and molded into a lady by her father. He needed her to lull in his opponents, leading not-so-innocent lambs to the slaughter through means of his lovely daughter. She spoke carefully, acted carefully, and presented herself in a careful and considerate fashion, the perfect predator wrapped in a skin of silk. But to children, she was genuinely thoughtful and genuinely compassionate, she would no doubt care for Alex as if he were hers, no questions asked.

[b]"No, sweet boy, you're not in trouble," Margaery finally responded, dipping her head, "You can stay here with us, if you'd like. We'll take care of you." She was essentially affirming Bast's words, a brief glance being shot in his and the other's directions. They had a good bunch here for a scared child, that was for sure. "Are you hungry? Tired? Here, want to pick out a room?"