bedroom hymns ❁ open, ascendants ambassadors

[Margaery]

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As soon as sunlight gave way to shadow and the pleasant smell of evergreen and pine was replaced by the less than enjoyable scent of swamp, Margaery knew that they had all but arrived. She would pause to permit her copper gaze to idly scan the murk that spread before them, nothing but a faint remnant of intrigue dancing upon her features. Like last time, Margaery felt that strange feeling of home call out to her, tugging on her ancient soul and whispering promises of comfort into her perked ears. She ignored it though, forcing herself to maintain her as-always charming composure. They were allies yes, but the last time she and Suiteheart had visited had proved to be rather interesting.

Glancing briefly at her wife, the Lunar Lieutenant would clear her throat. [color=#b14767]"Ascendants ambassadors here!" She called out, [color=#b14767]"We have gifts!" Because what was a first visit from ambassadors without gifts? As terrible as the Tanglewood reputation might be, she had learned rather early on that it did not even begin to do them justice. If anything, they were simply a reclusive family who occupied a far different terrain than any of the other groups. Nobody could really fault them for that.

[color=#b14767]"I'm Margaery," She decided to quickly add on, [color=#b14767]"And this is Suiteheart."