[color=black]"My name is Margaret and I'm rather new here. Ask me things if you'd like."

The chocolate point bore no expression as she settled down within the grand circle. She used to be quite fond of these little socials, both enjoying offering information about herself and learning things about her clanmates that she might not have known. Now, it felt more like an obligation than anything. She despised being thought of as a stranger and, after a day of lurking within the shadows, was ready to make her true debut, even if she felt a little.... discomforted by the idea.

The old Margaery would have been thrilled to pieces about this. Don't ruin your opportunity at starting over... At making this place your home.

Without truly meaning to, Margaery flinched as she was addressed as Margaret. It was such a mundane name, hardly indicative of her unique persona and self appointed status as rose queen. Why couldn't she have been easy? Why had she chosen to lie to these people who were sheltering her, feeding her? She supposed that it would hardly make sense to take back her introduction now lest she confuse these poor souls. Besides, this was not her home, just a living situation, a possibly temporary living situation.

She hadn't realized she had lost herself in thought until Radeken resumed speaking. She probably wants an answer Marg, that's what these things are for, her self conscious taunted, causing her to sigh. [color=black]"I come from a clan far, far from here, well, as far as about a year's travel at least," She explained with a small shrug. She didn't know how accurate her statement was given the fact that she may have wandered in circles but hoped that it was suitable regardless. [color=black]"Anything else?"

"The name's Hotelsuites, but you can call me anytime."

Oh goodness.

Was she serious?

Was this happening?

When the pair had first made the decision to remain incognito, she had assumed that it was going to be painful. She hadn't expected this outcome.

[color=black]"Perhaps I'll just have to take you up on that offer. If I do confess, you're the prettiest thing I've seen in an entire year- a sight for sore eyes," She responded, laughing for quite possibly the first time in.. well... forever.

[color=black]"And do you have any questions for me?"

Margaery stiffened, temporarily caught off guard by Bastillepaw's greeting. When she lived within her old clan, everyone had called her Margy - or Marg, whichever they preferred - and she had grown to love the silly little nickname. Here, it alarmed her. Bastillepaw shouldn't have known to call her that... he shouldn't have said it so easily, so casually, so reminiscent of how all of her old friends and family used to. Why did he do that? Why did he think it was okay? But there was a better question, one now tugged on her attention and caused her to momentarily frown:

Why was she getting so worked up over it?

Both Margaret and Margaery were mouthfuls to say... she couldn't honestly expect everyone to want to pronounce her name in full every time they saw her. Just let it go, put that fake smile on and don't let him see that it phased you. Your name is Margaret here, he's just being friendly. It's okay. And so it was, it would have to be. The moment that someone noticed how strangely she acted when being addressed period would be the moment that this delicate lie came crashing down and then, she'd have some serious explaining to do.

[color=black]"Ah, I'm familiar with that!" She announced suddenly, determined now to draw attention away from the topic (and even though) of her name, [color=black]"I've visited there many times. My old clan was allies with them." She could talk all day about the clans and her old life and the many duties she had had not only as a deputy, but also as an ambassador. She paused though, realizing with a start that that was not the question. He had asked why she had left, not where she was from.

[color=black]"I left because I.. I..."

What could she even say?

[color=black]"I left because I had to... and in doing so, I got separated from my children and my wife. I've traveled so much in the past year because I've been tirelessly looking for them. I want my family back... I'd do anything."

It wasn't until the words left her mouth that she realized how much oversharing she had done. She fought the urge to steal a glance at Suiteheart out of fear that her wife would be angry at her. Nobody knew that they were associated with each other but still... but still...

[color=black]"Any... uh, shall we say, less personal questions?"