06-22-2018, 11:46 PM
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Margaery inspected the flower crown with what only could be considered appreciation. The faintest of smiles would curve her chocolate lips, her eyes bright. She had made many flower crowns in her long life, ones that she had adorned with jewels and roses and her own, special breed of dedication and others that had been made with thorns and nettles and pain. She had always given the former of her works to her parents, relishing in the affection they gave her - gave Maarit- for a job well done. She could recall teetering on her rear legs as she struggled to position a blue one atop of Caroline’s head, a laugh dripping from the maw of her mother, her father watching with obvious amusement nearby. That had been so long ago though... back when they were still mortal and the temptation of blood and power had yet to corrupt them. Staring at Gordon’s crown, she realized with sudden clarity that she missed those times. Missed being fragile. Vulnerable. Innocent.
So lost in thought, she had missed the conversation that had transpired between Gordon and Bast, attention only returning to reality as Charlie arrived. She felt immediately on edge, gray eyes quickly traversing the length of her personal garden as she hoped and prayed that the dinosaur did not possess the intention to destroy it. If anything, it appeared curious, that toe tapping of hers being Margaery’s only indicater. Perhaps if they ignored it, it would depart, leaving her roses and lilies and geraniums untouched.
Inhaling a deep breath, the Lunar Lieutenant would force her gaze to fall upon Gordon, that appreciation (albeit muted now) once more embracing her features. [color=#b14767]”Thank you, it’s lovely.”
So lost in thought, she had missed the conversation that had transpired between Gordon and Bast, attention only returning to reality as Charlie arrived. She felt immediately on edge, gray eyes quickly traversing the length of her personal garden as she hoped and prayed that the dinosaur did not possess the intention to destroy it. If anything, it appeared curious, that toe tapping of hers being Margaery’s only indicater. Perhaps if they ignored it, it would depart, leaving her roses and lilies and geraniums untouched.
Inhaling a deep breath, the Lunar Lieutenant would force her gaze to fall upon Gordon, that appreciation (albeit muted now) once more embracing her features. [color=#b14767]”Thank you, it’s lovely.”
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