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[Margaery]

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There were two things that Margaery could never resent Hazel for.

The first was obvious: she'd never grow angry to discover the other girl in her gardens. That was what they were made for - her clanmates' enjoyment - and it thrilled her to no end to see others getting a use out of them and enjoying the beauty that she (and Bast) worked so hard to create.

The second wasn't as obvious mostly because it applied to a situation that had only just occurred: Margaery could never shame Hazel for doing something that made her happy- even in the wake of a tragedy. Sometimes that was the only way to handle grief. Nobody made comments against those who grew to be angry or those who grew to be empty. For some reason, it seemed as if everyone had this preconceived notion about what loss really entailed. There were storm clouds, yes, one hung presently over even Margaery's head, but there was also sunshine and recovery. They couldn't mourn forever... it'd have to turn to remembrance one day.

Margaery had been on her way to the gardens when she first detected the conversation. As it was transpiring on land she considered herself responsible for, she saw it only fit to listen and drew nearer, appalled suddenly by the things the pair of npcs were so blindly spewing at Hazel. [color=#b14767]"There are other ways to handle grief, you know," She would interject coolly, though there was no denying the underlying edge that laced her words. The rose queen was not just honeyed smiles and velvet petals- no, she had steel-lined thorns lurking beneath her surface and she would not hesitate to prick these fools with them. [color=#b14767]"Perhaps instead of harassing somebody who did nothing to harm you in the first place, you lot might make yourselves busy with preparing to commemorate our fallen leader. It's important to you, is it not? Or maybe you were just looking for an excuse to heckle a young girl?" She continued, not even fighting her innate iciness. She cared not for either of these npcs and would defend Hazel fiercely to the end.

As they departed, she would turn to the girl, face softening. [color=#b14767]"Are you alright, dulce puella?" She inquired lightly, attempting to press gently against Hazel in some form of comfort. [color=#b14767]"They shouldn't bother you again. What they said was cruel... don't let them make you think you're doing anything wrong for even a second." She was being a hypocrite in advising such but didn't give that away. It had only been a few days since Bast had succeeded in making her feel bad about enjoying Suiteheart's feline form and she, of all people, knew how deeply that cut and how easily it could make you doubt everything.

Wanting to deviate from the subject suddenly now, the Starstruck Guardian would fixate her attention upon the bracelets, intrigue flaring in her gaze. [color=#b14767]"Who are those for?"