THE END OF INFINITY WITH YOU / power discovery, open

[Margaery]

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As Hazel arrived and subsequently commented on the state of her garden, Margaery paused in her exuberant prance (which she had begun again after growing bored with sitting) to exuberantly beam - yes, she was beaming - at her. Happiness had so nimbly evaded the lithe chocolate point before this moment and yet, somehow, someway, she had still managed to ensnare it. A part of her feared that it was all temporary and would fade all too soon, but the part of her that was so actively living in this pure and bright moment relished in the fact that she once more felt bliss course through her veins.  It had been too long, she decided, and she deserved this.

[color=#b14767]"Aren't they lovely?" She inquired pleasantly, gaze falling to the ground to watch a fresh bloom poke its way through the earth and open before her - a crimson red that made that smile stretch even wider. [color=#b14767]"While I'm not familiar with power malfunctions, this one is an old friend of mine. It seems as if these roses will be blooming wherever I go now," Margaery continued with a small nod, tracing a circle into the ground with her forepaw and watching, in amazement, as a few roses sprouted in result.

Suiteheart's arrival earned a bit of an excited squeal of delight from Margaery and the starstruck guardian, undeniably eager, channeled her energy into making another type of flower grow- geraniums. They were her wife's favorite and thus a must. Though, she admittedly was surprised that the power cooperated with her enough to grow such. Often times, it was like pulling teeth to get anything but her signature roses to sprout. [color=#b14767]"Things are getting better," Margy observed, [color=#b14767]"I'm healing."

The contemplative expression that embraced her face for merely a second was once more replaced by happiness as Bastillepaw arrived. [color=#b14767]"Those roses will infinitely mean more to me," She confessed, stealing a glance at the ones he had planted following the initial destruction of her garden. He had been so thoughtful and considerate to do that and Margaery had been taken aback. No matter how big and beautiful the blooms of her own roses were, she'd never look at them with the same appreciative gaze that she did Bast's. [color=#b14767]"Thank you... again... That gesture meant more than I could ever convey."