START AGAIN — p, margaery

Admittedly, what had happened only a few short days ago had not ceased in embarrassing Margaery. She was such a refined, poised individual that such a lapse in control was as unheard to her as it was worrying. Her vampirism might have been new,  but she had had no problem with staying level-headed and rational when exposed to blood in the past.  To know that her more beastly side was so easily awakened by its mere scent frightened her. She had worked tirelessly on keeping it shackled and kept away, refusing to even humor it with the very idea of taking over her life again. Was that where she went wrong? Had the mental bonds she had established against her very person begun to weaken and fold?

She couldn't think about that now though, not with Maes speaking to her and even going as far as offering her her own sheet of paper for her to paint on. She wasn't good at painting, she remembered suddenly, but for the sake of showing her more tender side, accepted his invitation with a quick nod. [color=#b14767]"I'm not very good," She warned with a half smile, deciding to try her hand at a flower, [color=#b14767]"But I think my art is best interpreted as abstract- that's how most see it anyways."

And by abstract she meant absolutely horrible.