Don't you want to do something other than lay around and stare at walls? I thought you were boring before but wow, sugar... You're really not impressing me now.

Genevieve's voice rang clearly within her mind, accompanied by a wicked cackle as she strained relentlessly against her shackles. Margaery was not an idiot: she knew that her counterpart craved freedom once more, longed for it like it were oxygen and she was suffocating. She refused to indulge Genny though, not after the havoc she had wrecked upon everyone only days ago. Bast had been lucky to get her to leave... if she resurfaced, she'd doubt that there'd be a single soul who could convince her to let Margaery have control again. Once Genevieve worked to have something - genuinely have something - she did not so easily release it.

A sigh tumbled absently from chocolate hued lips as Margaery stood. She had indeed been staring at walls and as much as she wished to not humor Genny, figured it'd probably be best to at least relocate to her gardens. Things weren't as hectic there, and she could at least pretend to be productive as she fidgeted with the various weeds that almost always attempted to strangle the life out of her precious flowers. And besides, the gentle aroma of roses often times subdued Genevieve and the rest of her restless counterparts. She could rest easy, even for a few moments.

[b]"And at least I understood the hunger I felt," She hummed to herself, paws carrying her confidently towards her gardens, "And didn't have to call it loneliness."