#ⁱ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ˡⁱᵛᵉ 🏵️ — the rose's petals scattered to the wind

[ofashesandthorns]

I really love the idea that Margaery cannot hide that she was of a noble family, in the way she speaks. It is very elevated, especially when you first meet her, but then her manner of speech will gradually become more casual, more common the more she gets to know you, and inevitably, trusts you. Years of putting on a mask of manipulation, to endear herself to those around her, as taught by her family. She plays the part well, and even though her circumstances have changed, old habits die hard.

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🏵️🗡️ —— "Amazingly... I quite agree." With a deep breath, the dagger she was still growing accustomed to was sheathed, looking upon the bear of a man in front of her. "Apologies, truly... I..." Her eyes look down, a sad smile upon her. "I've not been well versed in traveling alone like this... A snap of a twig can be seen as an enemy, quite frankly," she joked, the smile warming slightly. "I have learned to...be more careful, though perhaps I overstepped. Can you...help me?" She paused, looking around, "Where...exactly am I?"

"We needn’t be enemies. there’s plenty of those to go around already."

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🏵️🗡️ —— "You need not..." She let out a soft laughing exhale. "You don't need to thank me for something as trivial as all that," the modesty only half genuine. "When my pod released through whatever means, I felt I could breathe again. I couldn't imagine if it were stuck like yours was. And, yes, Lae'zel was not... Mmm... Willing to help, perhaps, but... If it were me, I'd want someone to help, despite being told they shouldn't. There was no other option, in my mind, and look, it worked out." Dusting her hands off after looting the unfortunate soul that lost their life after the crash—sweeping aside the guilt of needing supplies, telling herself it was needed, she pocketed the gold and potion she had found, looking up at the other. "Even if you had... It would be wiser, don't you think? To band together? We both have the same predicament," she indicated towards their heads. "Better to sort this out together than alone, I think. Sort out any and all possibilities, with fresh eyes. More likely to catch what the other might have missed. That sort of thing." Taking a deep breath as she looked toward the distance, she let out a sigh. "And, quite frankly... I'd like the company."

"Thank you for helping me on the Nautiloid, even if Lae'zel didn't want you to. I think we'll get along well." Hopefully, they will. Shadowheart's memories are still confused, but having someone to travel with is a good start. They need to get rid off these tadpoles, and quickly, though. "You... You don't mind us traveling together, right ? I know I didn't really let you decide."

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🏵️🗡️ —— "Perhaps a bit?" Though there was humor in her eyes. In truth, it was not that she minded when the wizard she traveled with weaved his magic. Whenever he did so... There was the lightest yet most distinct scent of rose water that would hit her senses, and made her think of home. But she could not help, that this time, they were in the midst of a town, and the eyes around them cast towards them as he cast his spells. "Only until the crowd disperses a bit, maybe. You wouldn't want to seem as if you were showing off — someone might mistake you as a sorcerer rather than a wizard, and from what I can tell, you wouldn't want that, would you?"

"Discreet?" He repeated, eyes focusing on the way his hands moved before him. The bright colors of his magic floated around him, only disappearing as he slowly dropped his hands. "Do you think I'm drawing attention to us?"

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🏵️🗡️ —— A thoughtful hum was let out, crossing her arms in front of her. "Well, you are asking this time... I do appreciate that." To awaken in the middle of the night like that, out of pure luck, to see her companion with fangs bare was quite the sight. Nothing she had ever encountered before, yet, as she listened, she could not quite find fault though her grandmother's voice in her head said she should have. "Some would consider me...naive for allowing you that kindness. Perhaps they are right. However... I have noticed you stronger in battle, truly there for us when we needed it, so I've no regrets on my part." A grimace followed, her hand going to the side of her neck, the bite marks still healing. "...except for the morning after..." Taking a deep breath, going for a slight stretch with her arms behind her back. "As for...another nibble of me, if you are in dire need of it, for your strength... I would not deny you. I doubt the others would feel the same... So, if you need me, you need only ask."

"I won't forget what you did for me the other night, you know." Astarion is talking playfully, like he's implying something, but he's only speaking of the night she let him drink her blood, of course. He has decided to ask next time, though, because she was quite open-minded about it, much more than he first expected. Not everyone would be nice with a vampire, but she was. It's a good start. "And please, feel free to offer it again if you feel like it. I surely won't complain."

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