LAST NIGHT TOOK AN L | MEETING 6.10

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Margaery was not happy with Bastilleprisoner nor was she exactly angry at him. If anything, he had merely dragged her back to reality, destroying the thin-veiled perception she had created of herself as a good mother. A loving mother. Could she really blame him for that? Somewhere deep inside, she knew the answer to that inquiry was yes, but the chocolate point chased redemption like it was anything but a big deal. In her mind - as tormented and fragile as it had become - there was still hope that she could salvage whatever relationship she had had with Bast before he decided to start hating her.

She was still a mess as she heeded the call of the meeting, her eyes a little brighter only because she had finally forced herself to feed. Otherwise, she looked like a ghost, expression distant, shoulders slumped in on themselves, a general air of defeat emanating quite prominently from her. She would listen to the announcements from Suiteheart's side silently, not even commenting on the promotions or the recent developments with Tanglewood. She simply couldn't find it in herself, as much as she wanted to try. Everything he said was important but his words could not even coax the slightest of words from her.

Instead, she merely reared upon her haunches and angled her ears forward, idly interested in the reactions her clanmates would have to his news. Certainly, they wouldn't take the Tanglewood thing well. Of all the clans to ally with, she, too, was a bit surprised, but it was what Starry had wanted and who was she to question the dead?