START AGAIN — p, margaery

[Margaery]

Margaery, who often found it within herself to do well at most things she put her mind to, lacked little skill in the ability to adjust quickly. She was prone to getting lost in memories of a time long ago and, subsequently, hindered herself from truly getting comfortable within this new place. Within her new home. She tried her best, really she did, but recent developments had made her adjustment process all the harder and she was slowly getting discouraged. It was the combination of her own vampirism and Suiteheart's transformation into that bear that she thought was preventing her from feeling comfortable within the Acendants, but she couldn't say- there were too many variables lurking just under the surface of her poised being.

Perhaps, she thought cynically, history was simply repeating itself.

But rather than face the issues that she clearly had head on, the chocolate point had resorted to wandering almost aimlessly throughout the observatory. She did a lot of wandering these days (mostly to get away from her wife whom she now carried a terrible fear towards) and was often bored simply because there was nothing better for her to do. Seeing Maes and what she presumed to be art supplies was an honest gift.

[color=#b14767]"What's that?" She inquired, a metaphorical brow arching. She reared upon her haunches just after speaking, stormy blue eyes locked upon the single red streak that marked Maes' paper.