START AGAIN — p, margaery

Margaery already quite liked Maes. She had always had the uncanny ability to tell when someone was a genuinely good person and the male who sat her opposite certainly struck her as just that- good. His philosophy even towards the act of painting was one she appreciated and, smiling only slightly at what he had to say, she leaned forward to grab some light pink paint. [color=#b14767]"You're right," She finally responded, slowly beginning a rather wobbly rose. It was going to be far from art-museum quality but she was actually alright with that for once. Her sheer desire to achieve perfection in everything she did could be forgotten for this activity, she decided.

At his inquiry, she pursed her lips contemplatively. It hadn't been more than two weeks, she thought, but she couldn't be wrong. [color=#b14767]"Only about two weeks. I enjoy making friends and getting to know my clanmates though, there's no one here that I dislike," She admitted with a faint shrug. Disliking someone took up too much time anyways, and she, with her now strict feeding schedule among other things, did not have time to spare to so actively despise another being. [color=#b14767]"I suppose I've always been good at navigating conversation and thus, getting along with people has always been easy. What about you though, how long have you been here?"