The Girl Who's Always Smiling (o, joining)

Rosegarden

The Ascendants — Observer — [abbr=female, 1 year, russet-furred domestic feline with sapphire blue eyes, wears a flower crown of red roses, hard physically, medium mentally, single, homoromantic demisexual, attack in brown, no catch/kill without permission]HOVER FOR TAGS[/abbr]

[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;"]Despite expecting this, she still wasn't prepared. Of course, it's not like she would have been able to prepare, but still-- just hearing the first clancat was enough to snap Rosegarden out of her little reverie and cause her to sit up to look at the speaker.
Bad idea; the owner of the first voice was tall and, well, dangerous-looking. That's the only way the girl knew how to describe her.
The second to come didn't look as terrifying, but the blank expression-- Rosegarden wondered if that was a normal look on her.
Pretty interesting characters, weren't they?
Gulping, the fem glanced from one to another before focusing on the first one, who had asked her a question. "Sorry; I didn't realize I was." (Technically not a lie because she didn't know at first. True, she knew now and a little before they arrived, but still-- she wasn't lying!) "I'm Rosegarden! I just saw a flower field and couldn't help myself..."
She trailed off, looking at the roses at Margaery's paws. She didn't remember those being there...
"I was thinking about joining! What do you think?" She thought she might as well get straight to it.
The young warrior-to-be wasn't the type to beat around the bush anyway.

#psychosocial.