DEATH VALLEY ; open, memorial invite

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Whereas Suiteheart was anxious, Margaery felt oddly calm, her stormy blue eyes wide with curiosity as she studied the swamp that spread before them. She had grown up surrounded by danger and though such was embodied by her family and not a foreboding terrain riddled with gators and the inhabitants of this place, the Tanglewood territory still extended a strange, definitely misplaced comfort to her.

As usual, the pregnant vampire permitted Suiteheart to state their business, more intrigued by the shadows that fell every which way and the unfamiliar sounds of the wild. It wasn't until Morgan arrived that she drew in a breath, collected her thoughts, and allowed a slight frown to contort chocolate features. [color=#b14767]"A memorial service is our way of honoring him. It's held back at home," She explained lightly to it, briefly confused by the nature of the question. Did they not know of memorials here?

Interesting.

Rearing upon her haunches, Margaery would idly flick an ear and return to studying the territory. Had things been different, she could have seen herself even living here admittedly.