04-18-2020, 04:31 PM
Margery's apprehension over the idea of attaching insignia to herself was short-lived, for she decided that she could sacrifice her discomfort for the sake of Beck. She understood her siblings would lead other lives, it was not her duty to chain them by the bounds of blood alone, however much she did enjoy their company. As she adjusted to life in Tanglewood, she felt anything but welcomed. Not feeling welcomed was different than feeling happy, but in all her quiet aura, she could tell especially from those who appeared at there unceremonious joining, that there was some unease or uncertainty.
The little Welsh sheepdog was very accustomed to being treated this way, and if she was bothered by it, she betrayed no outward sign of it. In fact, Margery enjoyed watching the children play, she enjoyed feeling the thrum of life in the society, a life that she was content to serve. Being the old soul of a medieval woman meant that she had likely accepted her status as a cog in the machine. Someone had to do the background work and Margery served that purpose happily.
There was one thing she was quickly observing, that most of Tanglewood surprisingly seemed very intellectual-aligned. Alaric in particular caught her eye because of his outwardly projection of a grumpy persona. The collie padded over to join the group, making a humming noise in her throat. She had never set foot in the library, having spent most of her time just outside resting, and she hadn't seen Bridget in a few days. Margery sat down and pricked her ears up to listen, golden eyes flickering warmly to the peregrine in a happy greeting. Her tail beat the earth in a steady rhythm.
The little Welsh sheepdog was very accustomed to being treated this way, and if she was bothered by it, she betrayed no outward sign of it. In fact, Margery enjoyed watching the children play, she enjoyed feeling the thrum of life in the society, a life that she was content to serve. Being the old soul of a medieval woman meant that she had likely accepted her status as a cog in the machine. Someone had to do the background work and Margery served that purpose happily.
There was one thing she was quickly observing, that most of Tanglewood surprisingly seemed very intellectual-aligned. Alaric in particular caught her eye because of his outwardly projection of a grumpy persona. The collie padded over to join the group, making a humming noise in her throat. She had never set foot in the library, having spent most of her time just outside resting, and she hadn't seen Bridget in a few days. Margery sat down and pricked her ears up to listen, golden eyes flickering warmly to the peregrine in a happy greeting. Her tail beat the earth in a steady rhythm.