TO THE STARS WHO LISTEN / open, gifts

[Margaery]

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Margaery's cheeriness did in fact stem from the return of her powers. Her flower prints provided her a sense of comfort and served as a perpetual reminder of how things used to be- most everything about her life had changed since the last time she possessed the ability and thus, she realized such is inevitable. As mundane and almost trivial as that sounded, the revelation had indeed succeeded in altering the starstruck general's view on, well, the world and her melancholy take on it.

But that didn't matter right now, not when there were presents of all shapes and sizes scattered around her paws. [color=#b14767]"Just because you think you don't deserve it doesn't change the fact that you're getting one," She would inform Bast upon hearing his comment, a faint smile curving her lips. His gift was one she was most worried about giving (he was awful to shop for, there were so many possibilities and she was dreadfully indecisive) but she was certain that he would at least entertain her with false gratitude even if he didn't like it. He was kind to her in that sense. Pushing the heavy package forward, she would hopefully watch as he opened and revealed to his clanmates a set of leather-bound journals and a bottle of very, very expensive wine. Only the best for her son who wasn't exactly her son.

And then came Hazel.

She'd smile at the girl before finding her box, hoping and praying that she'd like the gift she had chosen for her. She had come across a lioness trader who specialized in carrying all sorts of books and such and had picked up a few cookbooks for Hazel. One had been empty and, to sort of get her started, Margaery had copied some recipes from her mother's old journals into Hazel's. [color=#b14767]"I really hope you like them," She said lightly, suddenly embarrassed. It admittedly felt rather strange to be gifting another individual whom she perceived as one of her own something that Caroline had written. She and her mother had not been on good terms for nearly Margaery's entire life and yet, she still devoted herself to reading her diaries and understanding her life- even to this day. Oh well, she had included Caroline's recipes for the sake of Hazel to enjoy them. Her complicated relationship with her presumably deceased mother didn't matter with that in mind.

Suite's arrival was noted with a bright smile, the girl quickly searching for her wife's gift without wasting a moment's breath. [color=#b14767]"I found the shadowbox part... everything else I did myself," She informed quietly. What Suiteheart would find wrapped tightly in sparkling silver wrapping paper would be a shadowbox with a picture of their tiny family - Margy, Suite, and the Souls - beaming in the center of it. Dried lilies, geraniums, and roses as well as sparkling confetti filled the box and gave it personality. It was something Margaery took pride in and honestly, she couldn't wait to see Suite's reaction.

[color=#b14767]"You all have been so wonderful to me and I just wanted to take a moment to express my gratitude towards each and every one of you. I know that words often fail short in conveying true meaning so I figured that these gifts would better express my feelings."