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

Margaery had been in a strange mood since her most recent encounter with Lup. Equal parts relieved and worried, she had no idea how to proceed with the information that the newcomer had given her. Her daughter's had gained notoriety for being killers and had even earned the nickname 'the Lilies'. Did her lack of presence contribute to their decision to steal the lives of others? Or had there been something beneath the surface that perhaps she'd never understand?

Torn, the chocolate point carried with her a perpetually distressed look- her metaphorical brow furrowed and her lips turned down in a frown. She sought out anything and everything that could distract her from her both accusatory and curious thoughts and, upon seeing a lion cub, grew excited at the potential for a conversation that would drag her away from the personal hell she had created. Padding towards Venta, Margaery angled her ears forward and took a seat, knowing with full certainty that they had not met yet.

[color=black]"Hello little one, I don't think we've met- my name is Margaret."