TO THE STARS WHO LISTEN / open, gifts

[Margaery]

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Margaery had stirred that morning possessed by a sudden and insatiable need to give back to the individuals who had made the Ascendants not just a place for her to reside in, but a home. She did not often reward those whom had helped her in any capacity with anything save a verbal acknowledgement and, knowing that that had to change, had personally scoured the land and, luckily, encountered a few traders from which she gathered her gifts. It was time that she expressed her appreciation in different ways. After all, words only carried so much meaning, it was actions and niceties such as this one that conveyed how she truly felt about her clanma- no, her family.  And there they were, resting at her paws. The parcels were wrapped in shining silver and pink wrapping paper and adorned with tags and over-the-top bows that she had acquired from some wandering fae who insisted upon just giving them to her. She had expressed her gratitude more times then she could count.

She was beaming now, absolutely radiant in the golden light as the sun began to dip slowly below the horizon. Roses, a brilliant yellow, blossomed amiably at her feet and made for quite the scene. Here she was, living, breathing, absolutely ecstatic to be here and so eager to share her feelings with her fellows Ascendants via means of a gift. She had double and triple checked everything and ensured that someone would get something. It was the least she could do. She had endured much in the past few weeks and had it not been for her friends here, things within her life would be vastly different.

[color=#b14767]"Ascendants!" She called out, her unfiltered happiness bleeding into even her voice, [color=#b14767]"I have gifts for you all!"