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[Margaery]

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After living for centuries, one would almost expect Margaery to be old friends with astronomy and the stars. A thousand years later and they were her only constant after all, everything - and she meant everything - having changed over and over again. But truth be told, she merely appreciated them from her place on earth, never daring to delve into the knowledge surrounding them out of this child-like desire to preserve their mysticism. Their magic. Her father used to tell tales of the constellations when she was a true child - not a vampire or an immortal - and she still held onto them desperately today. Even if the image of her father had long since been stained by his own bloodshed and temper.

Margaery was still not well and yet, here she was, dull gray eyes briefly studying the board that Pele laid out. She moved sluggishly, deciding to settle down somewhere completely away from everyone else. Not a word spilled from her lips. She was vaguely away of the hunger that gnawed on her stomach but ignored it in favor of simply staring ahead. She felt sick, was sick, but nothing mattered to her. Had she not had appearances to maintain, she would have opted to remain locked within her room, not daring to come out because she was a beast. Someone who ruined lives.

A faint sigh, barely audible, would fall from her mouth and she would adjust her weight. Pele had quite the loud voice for a small child, she idly recognized, but preserved her silence.  She couldn't bother to speak, not when the lesson was about to begin anyways. A part of her supposed that it was finally time to learn about the heavens above- god knows she had waited long enough.