SINGING MOTHER MARY ★ p, margy

[Margaery]

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

[color=#b14767]"Oh my!" Gasped the chocolate point, springing forward only seconds after Hazel bumped her head. Though not physically making any contact with the other girl, she inspected her from a close distance, gray eyes wide with what could only be described as concern. [color=#b14767]"Are you okay, darling?" She inquired tenderly, arching a metaphorical brow in her direction. Head injuries were no laughing matter and, even if the younger fae believed herself to only have sustained something minor, Margaery was still concerned.

Perhaps this suddenly onslaught of motherly, overprotective actions could be traced back to her innate desire to not only take anyone and everyone in under her wing but also mother them. She couldn't be certain though; there was something about Hazel that intrigued her- something far beyond that usual spark that other children possessed.

Her slip up had been temporarily forgotten but was quickly brought back into the spotlight as she was asked about it. There was no use lying, not anymore, and she figured that Suiteheart wouldn't mind too terribly if she revealed details that they had agreed to keep a secret. She had faced the truth already; their real identities were bound to come out sooner or later...

Why couldn't hers just come out a little earlier?

[color=#b14767]"No no, you had heard correctly when I introduced myself as Margaret. You see dearie, that was... that was..." She hesitated, wondering if Hazel would grow to resent her for this intricately spun deception, [color=#b14767]"a lie. I've been lying to everyone about who I am as part of this delusion I have. I suppose part of me still thinks I can run from the past. My real name is Margaery, I can promise you that."

It felt nice to come clean and, inadvertently, she found herself breathing a sigh of relief. [color=#b14767]"But that'll be our little secret... alright?"