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[Margaery]

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

Margaery's dreams (when she did dream) had not been kind to her for almost a year and a half now. Usually, she was granted the opportunity to slip away into a black slumber, undisturbed by her restless mind, but it wasn't uncommon for her nights to be haunted with blood and screams and memories she had long since repressed out of fear for, well, herself. Her nightmares did not cease, even after she had joined the Ascendants and her life began righting itself- she still managed to wake in a cold sweat, a silent scream parting her jaws. She always grasped for Suiteheart in those moments and she was always disappointed to remember that her wife was not beside her simply because she couldn't be- they had chosen to live a lie and thus were to suffer without one another.

Coincidentally, that was why Margaery was out and about now, having accidentally fallen asleep while going about her day's business. She had been so tired recently and a nap had at first been welcomed. What a fool she was for thinking that perhaps things would start to change, that perhaps she could rest peacefully. It was always the same thing, that grotesque scene - her loved ones all around her, her paws dirtied with their blood. This time, it felt a little too real though and she had awoken with a start, her body tense and coated in a thin layer of cold sweat. It didn't help that not one, but two cries sounded almost the moment she woke up, bringing her to hurry quickly to its source. Were they under attack? Was everyone okay?

Margaery caught sight of a colt and two figures, one of which she quickly realized to be Suite. That anxiety in her chest relaxed slightly as she realized, with a sigh of relief, that this was nothing but a new joiner. Fixing her composure quickly, she moved to stand near Suiteheart, trying her best not to get too close. They still had an image to maintain and, shaken or not, she'd respect that.

[color=black]"Welcome!" She greeted, her voice too cheerful, [color=black]"My name is Margaret."