magic shop – open; finally leaving his freaking room

[Margaery]

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While Suiteheart had primarily handled the decor in the room they shared, Margaery had organized her bunker room and its entirety completely by herself. It had been no easy feat going through hundreds of years worth of valuable knick knacks, books, and the like, but someone how to do it and now that it had been done, it provided her a sanctuary away from, well, everything. She occupied that room the most now, feeling comfortable and at home amidst her belongings as she stared at walls and locked herself away from her clanmates. Admittedly, she didn't even know why she was out now, having abandoned her room in favor of a quick walk through the Observatory.

She still looked a bit rough, but she had fed rather recently and in that, a sort of ethereal glow had been returned to her. Margaery had accidentally stumbled upon the small group and, seeing Bastilleprisoner, had been half tempted to keep walking. Their last encounter was the reason why she had chosen to confine herself to her bunker room and it was no surprise that she obviously possessed a strong desire to avoid him at all costs. A newcomer was among the trio though and she, desperate to do her job after days of simply existing as nothing, forced a weak smile onto her lips. [color=#b14767]"I have candles too," Margy offered quietly, [color=#b14767]"If you need them."

She paused for a moment, dull gray eyes studying this Wren individual. Had they met before? She couldn't recall. Everything had been a blur as of late - faces, names, even memories - and all that had managed to stand out in the jumble of her brain was a simple phrase: mother not monster. [color=#b14767]"I'm Margaery," She blurted out suddenly, dismissing the troublesome thought as soon as it surfaced, [color=#b14767]"I don't believe we've met before, love."