bedroom hymns ❁ open, ascendants ambassadors

[Suiteheart]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]Unlike her wife, Suiteheart did not feel at home here. Perhaps her soul was drawn to the dark, coolness of this place, but she herself was not a true fan. The only time she felt truly drawn to any place was when the duo had traveled to Snowbound. The freezing temperatures, the lazily falling snow, and the warm faces that greeted them screamed of their former home, and it had taken all her strength to leave that place and return to the Ascendants. The Ascendants was home too: wide, grassy fields, oceans, abandoned ruins. Tanglewood held none of these things for her. She supposed that, in time, she would grow to enjoy this place. Being an ambassador was like working with strange magic.

The Ecliptic Admiral had shifted into a polar bear to better carry their basket of goodies. There were so many odds and ends inside that Suiteheart had almost forgotten everything. She knew there were various flowers and herbs. There were seashells from Pebble Coast, three books on all things space from one of the abandoned rooms, and an assortment of different gemstones. A few bracelets were tucked inside the large basket as well. To top everything off, there were several bottles of water from Starpool: cool, refreshing, and different than any other water she had ever tasted. Maybe it would be enjoyed here. 

Shifting backing into the body of a white feline after she sat the basket down, Suite let her eyes scan the area. They would be arriving any minute, she knew. Pressing herself gently into Margaery, she let her signature half-grin form on her lips. Maybe this would be fun.