branches from a dying tree / joining

[Margaery]

[glow=GLOWCOLOR,2,300]▶ MARGAERY FOLIE - tags - THE ASCENDANTS - OBSERVER - SHE/HER- FELINE ◀[/glow]

(THAT MAKES ME SO HAPPY TO HEAR OMG!!)

Margaery regarded the adolescent that appeared before her with nothing save a lazy blink. She was not easily startled, not anymore, and as a former user of teleportation herself, she knew of its abilities quite intimately. Sometimes she longed for the power back, but when her bond had been severed with Suiteheart, it had been lost. Oh what she'd give to have that stolen part of her back again... oh what she'd give to just feel complete for a few fleeting seconds.

But there was no use in thinking about all of that right now, not when she had been given a name to associate with the place she now stood before. The Ascendants. There was something different about it, almost otherworldly. It wasn't a clan though, not by conventional standards, and she appreciated that. Everything was different and, while nothing was good, she quite liked how this place, this extraordinarily strange place, fell in line with that.

A smile, restrained and ingenuine, touched her maw and she nodded her thanks in the direction of the male. [color=black]"A room with windows would be nice if such a thing is available," She responded, her stare unwavering. There was something about Bastillepaw that the old Margaery would have found intriguing. Ever the people person, she'd probably jump at the attempt to get to know him. The new Margaery - Margaret - couldn't be more different. She sensed something different but cared little in getting to the bottom of what that something was. She simply wanted to close her eyes and rest.

But there was still more that needed to be said and one burning question that she had to ask, even if it was seemingly out of character for the new her. The empty her.

[color=black]"I'll explore on my own but I must know, are there any gardens within this territory?"

If she couldn't find refuge within Suiteheart, she supposed she had no other choice but try to find happiness again among the flowers and plants that she loved so dear.

If she even still loved them, that was.