07-15-2018, 07:58 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 450px; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"]★ — Tell me about the ring.
The question - not even a question, moreso a demand - rang in her ears. She could feel the answer just on the tip of her tongue, but the words were gone when she opened her mouth. What was there to tell her? Bev, in all honesty, had no real idea what significance the ring held. She remembered being given the ring at a very young age, but even then, it was eerily familiar. And now, to see the ring that Margaery wore, which heavily resembled her own... It gave her an almost uneasy feeling.
"Someone gave it to me when I was young," she started, her tone slightly nervous, despite telling the truth. "I don't really... remember who. But it was important to her, and for whatever reason, she wanted me to have it. Gave me some speech about honor and about family." The young girl wanted to ask who her mother was and why she felt the need to take something presumably important from her, but it felt like an invasion of privacy. Like overstepping a boundary.
When the conversation circled back to the tour, Beverly felt like she could breathe again. "We can start with the Observatory, I guess. I miss having a space of my own to stay in."
The question - not even a question, moreso a demand - rang in her ears. She could feel the answer just on the tip of her tongue, but the words were gone when she opened her mouth. What was there to tell her? Bev, in all honesty, had no real idea what significance the ring held. She remembered being given the ring at a very young age, but even then, it was eerily familiar. And now, to see the ring that Margaery wore, which heavily resembled her own... It gave her an almost uneasy feeling.
"Someone gave it to me when I was young," she started, her tone slightly nervous, despite telling the truth. "I don't really... remember who. But it was important to her, and for whatever reason, she wanted me to have it. Gave me some speech about honor and about family." The young girl wanted to ask who her mother was and why she felt the need to take something presumably important from her, but it felt like an invasion of privacy. Like overstepping a boundary.
When the conversation circled back to the tour, Beverly felt like she could breathe again. "We can start with the Observatory, I guess. I miss having a space of my own to stay in."