heavy in your arms / o, introduction

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Enter Margaery, the protective mother.

Curious to see where the smallest of her children had wandered off to, she had found herself near the Pebble Coast. She hadn't expected any trouble to befall dear, sweet Connor but she supposed she was wrong in such an assumption as her now-copper gaze fell upon the pigeons that had taken to bothering her boy. Without so much of a second thought, the Lunar Lieutenant lurched forward, attempting to place her much larger form over Connor with a low hiss. [color=#b14767]"Now, now, love," She would say softly, [color=#b14767]"Mother's here."

Had Connor not been present, she would have delighted greatly in ripping the pigeons apart for even touching one of her brood. She wasn't quite willing to reveal that side of herself to her child though, and thus opted to merely shield him instead. [color=#b14767]"You're an awful long way from home, passioni deditus puer meus fortis," Margaery finally observed when she felt as if the danger had passed, [color=#b14767]"Adventuring?"

(passioni deditus puer meus fortis - my strong willed boy)