DEATH VALLEY ; open, memorial invite

[Margaery]

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[color=#b14767]"Suiteheart," Margaery said quickly, lowly, lips further contorting into a frown. A rapidly darkening gaze would fall upon her wife, a gleam of warning dancing within her eyes. You have to speak carefully in these kinds of situations... Remember where we are, She sent through the bond, resisting the urge to sigh. She, too, felt a slight spark of anger as these Tanglers expressed their personal feelings toward the situation. Suite was right one hundred percent but they were treading on dangerous territory- literally. At least Morgan seemed halfway civilized. She would glance carefully at the samoyed, her expression half-reflecting appreciation before Beck arrived.

His appearance was dreadfully eerie indeed but Margaery refused to waver, now copper eyes studying him carefully. [color=#b14767]"She meant no harm," The Starstruck Guardian would supply, injecting her words with her typical charm in some last-ditch effort to neutralize the situation. She would fight to defend Suite and her if she needed but they were terribly outmatched and even Margaery and all of her combative prowess couldn't handle an onslaught from this bunch. Peace was their only option.

At his inquiry, she only forced a pleasant smile to appear upon her face. She would be nice even though the copper in her gaze and the blood on her tongue screamed at her to be otherwise. [color=#b14767]"Bastillepaw," She offered quietly, appearing almost eager to see his reaction, [color=#b14767]"But if that's all, we really must be going. Thank you all kindly for your time."