First ❀ Video ❀ Seelie & Unseelie

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[Margaery's composed on the locket, a soft smile on her lips, hair loose and flowing down her shoulders. If nothing else, the fashions of the Seelie Court suit her. There are fine tapestries on the wall behind her. Yeah, she got a nice room, too.]

I've been remiss in introducing myself these many weeks, I hope you'll forgive me for that. My name is Margaery Tyrell of House Tyrell. Some of you may already know my brother, Loras, whose company I am grateful for every day.

[And, more recently, for his sword.]

Some of you who've so recently arrived may be missing loved ones of your own, but take heart. They may yet find you. I only pray that the courts won't keep you separated.

[She glances off to the side. Woe her darling husband-to-be. She looks back again.]

I am no warrior myself, but I've been trying to find my purpose here as a healer, as well as helping with morale. If it pleases you, I would be happy to take a walk with you in the bailey and discuss our lands while enjoying the beauty of this one. Or I could teach you a song. Even such a simple thing has become quite useful of late. If you're troubled by any mischievous fairies, I believe I can help.

[And maybe make herself as rich as a Lannister in the process.]

Comments

action?

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[She was admittedly curious about that, so their meeting will kill two birds with one stone. She makes her way to the ballroom, waiting patiently and smiling to those who pass by. Surely one of them will be Annie, sooner or later.]

action!

[teaspectre]

[ Instead of possibly freaking out whomever else might be around the area, Annie decides to take the manual way down to the ballroom, perusing the halls on foot; being 'normal' is more fun, anyway.

But ah, there she is- even prettier in person, Annie thinks. Which seemed right, considering she did sort of have that ... princess-y air to her. And dress. And hair and everything; she looked like she'd stepped out of a ren faire, in all honesty. So she's all smiles when she comes over, fingers subtle picking at the hem of her own bland, grey sweater. ]

Hiya. --I'm Annie. You're um, teammate? For fairy-hunting.

action!

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Annie!

[Margaery's face brightens as soon as she introduces herself, and she notes the way that she fidgets, the almost nervous air about her. Putting that at ease is what she does. Margaery tips her chin up.]

And what a fine team we shall make. They don't stand a chance now. It's almost unsporting.