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[Margaery]

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

Margaery, though usually naturally adept at keeping herself busy, had fallen almost quite literally into a massive hole of boredom. She had tried her hand at gardening but, under the harsh sun, had grown both hot and borderline burnt- a terrible mix of things to be when you possessed sensitive skin and eyes easily irritated by bright light. With that idea discredited, she had resorted to merely wandering, passing from shadow to shadow until she, by some ironic chance of fate, found herself at the field. Despite having lived within the Ascendants for some time now, she had never actually taken a chance to explore what the large expanse of dirt and grass had to offer. She could make an educated guess though.

Regardless, she judged the stalks to be a bit taller than her and thus capable of sheltering her from the sun. She was not particularly fond of the idea of just entering the field but, presuming that nothing could go terribly wrong, did so anyways. She was pleased (and by pleased, she meant the opposite; there was nothing pleasing about this) to discover that there only appeared to be dirt and tall grasses half-flattened by the wind for as far as the eye could see. It was when she heard a voice that she halted, nearly losing her footing and crashing to the ground. Was... as something being said about aliens and the Illuminati? That didn't sound like anything her clanmates would want to discuss.

Changing her course, she made quick work of finding the source, grey eyes falling upon the dachshund with little surprise. He seemed to be humming some sort of broken tune and Margaery couldn't help but press her ears to her skull. [color=black]"What might you be doing? You are aware that this is the Ascendants territory, correct?" She had no time to offer him her honeyed charm and charismatic smile, she was tired, bored, and borderline distressed over recent discoveries pertaining to her daughters. That carefully crafted facade was simply too much for her right now.  [color=black]"What's your name?"