do the rumble and sway // o - party

[glow=GLOWCOLOR,2,300]▶ MARGAERY FOLIE - tags - THE ASCENDANTS - OBSERVER - SHE/HER- FELINE ◀[/glow]

When Margaery had held the position of deputy in her old clan, she both hosted and frequented many parties. They had been among some of her favorite things and it was obvious that she put every ounce of her soul into either enjoying them or making them enjoyable for every person around her. Now? She almost ignored the call to the event entirely. She was tired, unbelievably so, and her chest ached for no particular reason save the fact that her emotions were slowly but surely falling back in touch with her.

She didn't want to isolate herself any further though. She had spent the last year in solitude. She needed this. She needed this.

And so she dragged herself towards the group, finding that she only really recognized Bastillepaw. Did that mean an introduction was necessary? [color=black]"Margae-" She halted, remembering with a start that she wasn't Margaery here. She was Margaret, the quiet girl. The tired girl. [color=black]"Margaret. The name's Margaret. What you're serving is far from wine but it'll have to do, pass some over please."