Margaery's once fervent passion to sing her heart out was now nothing more than a bitter reminder of a time when things resembled a scrap of normalcy. She had sung often and she had sung well in her old home, her garden serving as her amphitheater for her imaginary concerts as she quite literally put on a show whilst maintaining her precious roses. Her old friends had often come to listen and offer their own commentary but it was Suiteheart who served the role as her biggest fan. There was no doubt that Margaery, with absolute certainty, reciprocated such feelings. Her wife was even more talented than she was and if ever there was someone who embodied the essence of rock and roll, it was the stark white gal she had pledged her heart and soul to. Oh what she'd do to see her perform again... genuinely, happy.

She hadn't meant to reminiscence about a time lost to chaos but the lull of a voice had ushered forth an onslaught of memories she hadn't relieved in sometime now. It took her a full minute to place the owner but, with sudden intrigue upon finally realizing it was Eternalwar, she padded forward to join the tiny group forming around her, her chocolate-hued ears perking forward. [color=black]"You've got quite the voice, love," She murmured with a contemplative nod, stealing a glance at Suite for a mere second. Obviously the girl had talent... did she sense a random and almost completely not-her-own-desire to suggest the creation of a band?

[color=black]"Have you ever wanted to collab?"