heavy in your arms / o, introduction

[Margaery]

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[color=#b14767]"They're growing up so fast."

What was she expecting though? Their birth and subsequent infancy were blurs of sorrow and death to her now, the memories things that she'd much rather forget. Time had honestly flown since that fateful day and Margaery, whether she would admit it or not, was grateful for that. Besides, a bundle of newborns couldn't explore, couldn't see the world with bright new eyes and learn their places within it. She was lucky that she hadn't missed something like this- something like seeing her smallest son ask his 'Uncle Bast' to show him the ruins. Idly, she wondered if her children knew what happened. Some of her clanmates were not as sensitive as others: word of her death following their birth could easily have spread to their impressionable ears. None of them had approached her with questions... that had to be a good sign, right?

Shifting her weight, she would offer Basty a bit of a smile, silently relieved that things between them were returning to normal. [color=#b14767]"If he's up to it, love," Margaery finally responded, gray eyes falling back upon the tiny form of Connor, [color=#b14767]"I'd love to join you all too- if that's alright of course." She trusted the seraph to be alone with her son, really she did, but Margaery was ever the doting mother and wished to see her child's reaction to the City of Stars. [color=#b14767]"It's quite lovely there. Suite, do you want to join us too?"