UNDERNEATH IT ALL, WE'RE JUST SAVAGES | PRIVATE

[Margaery]

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[color=#b14767]"Everything within this room belongs to me. All the diaries, novels, pieces of jewelry... you get the point. Each artifact tells a story and the books especially contain firsthand recounts of actual history. I thought you might be interested in reading them one day," She supplied casually, rising from her seat only to return with something that resembled a photo album of sorts. [color=#b14767]"I have lots of pictures too- images that my family captured on some of the first cameras. Take this one, for example," Margaery continued, flipping open the album to a single black and white image of herself, a flower tucked behind her ear.

Pele probably wondered why she was sharing this with her. Or maybe she didn't. Either way, Margaery thought to give her reasons. [color=#b14767]"You strike me as someone who appreciates this sort of stuff, love. I suppose my careless mistake could lead to something quite beneficial, don't you agree? You're free to anything you find in here with permission first, of course. Just do be weary if you intend on waking my photographs, not everyone is aware of how... well, old I am." Her spirit had been preserved for a millennia- it was simply the body that kept changing.

[color=#b14767]"Go on," She urged, [color=#b14767]"Ask questions! Explore!"