Two flowers: one grown and the other growing [private; Margaery]

[Cutebunny50]

Rosegarden

The Ascendants — Observer — HOVER FOR TAGS

[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]She was back in the flower field, watching the flowers with interest and thinking over her recent joining.
  Back when she had first joined (which was, like, yesterday), the first cat to greet her had had a really mysterious air about her. The thing that occupied Rosegarden's mind the most, however, was the trail of flowers she had seen follow the other feline.
  Or had she been imagining it?
  Roses had seemed to sprout from the other's paws... Or maybe the other cat had simply followed a flower-filled path and coincidentally stepped on some flowers?
  That's right; surely flowers hadn't come from her paws, right? And it's not like she could control the flowers or the flowers were listening to her.
  The auburn-colored observer looked at a flower nearby her.
  "I know it's good to talk to flowers to make them grow, but it's not like you'll grow just because I told you to, right? It'd be funny if you grew huger just because I told you to-- and I know you're listening --but nature takes time. I'll try it: hey, pretty lily, can you turn into a rose for me?" She probably looked crazy, talking to a flower by herself like that, but at least the girl was capable of entertaining herself.
  "Haha, just kidding." She smiled, amused.
  No way that could happen.

#psychosocial.

[Margaery]

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[color=#b14767]"Talking to flowers?"

Her observation came softly, falling from slightly frowning lips as she joined the other girl. As normal, roses bloomed at her paws, swaying delicately in the day's breeze. Her gaze would fall upon them for a brief moment, studying their hue before concluding that they still blossomed in shades reflective of her own emotions. In this case, the deep crimson color was indicative of both her weariness and her hunger. She would need to feed soon. But not until she was done here. They were relatively close to the border anyways, as soon as Margaery bid her farewells, she could easily cross into uncharted lands and find some poor innocent soul to consume.

[color=#b14767]"You seem to like flowers," She continued, rearing gracefully upon chocolate hued haunches, [color=#b14767]"Have you seen my gardens? I grow roses, geraniums, and lilies there primarily but I'm thinking of expanding soon." She didn't explain that her choice of flowers represented her family - lilies for the souls, geraniums for Suiteheart, and roses for herself -, no, that was too personal of a detail to share with someone she had just met.  [color=#b14767]"They're open for everyone to visit, though I am doing some cosmetic things to make everything look a bit prettier." Stone paths. She meant stone paths. There was something beautifully romantic and enjoyable about appreciating flowers while wandering down stone paths and Margaery hoped to emulate that within her own garden.

[color=#b14767]"Oh, how silly of me to forget. Margaery Mikaelson-Folie, if you forgot."