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Who: margaery tyrell
Broadcast: fleet wide
Action: the windrose and all around the moon
When: current

[ enter margaery tyrell of the windrose. remember? silks, beautiful curls, too generous of a cleavage for a sixteen year old? queen to be?

today, the pale pink silks are tainted, as well as the usual fair skin with a mixture of dirt, mud, leaves and at least three colors of paint. ]

I do believe I won against the locals in their odd little paint game. I find it quite brilliant if a little bit of a hazard if one is very attached to their clothes.

[ the queen to be seems much more of a brat today ]

I offer a different game of chance. some smallfolk in my realm say that one can tell someone's future and their traits according to the palm of their hands. I was told it is all false but.

[ there is a but with margaery tyrell ]

A guessing game! I shall attempt to read your palm and if three of my guesses are correct, that must be worth a prize. I shall leave it to you to choose what to give me. If I lose, I shall of course be in debt of one prize to my company.

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You can make it so, if you wish.

[ easily. as if it's the most natural thing in the world ]

At least for an hour. It's only make believe but it can be wonderful all the same.

There is no magic that can tell the world before you from simply looking upon your palms.

[ Anyone that says they can do it is probably someone trying to steal your money. ]

What wonder might you find from something as this?

How shall you know unless you try? I doubt anyone cares much for magic as much as they do for the game itself. Mayhaps it is more about guessing someone's nature than it is about magic.

[ you stubborn girl, you ]

Surely you learn more of a person's nature from their words and actions than their palms? What might you learn from such a game that would ever prove useful?

If I tell you, you will have to keep it a secret.

[ smiling ever so brightly. there is a definite teasing edge there ]

[ She frowns, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. ]

I keep all secrets given to me.

You can learn about people even when they only sit with you and show you their palm. Mayhaps the secret of it all is not even in palm reading but in the manner one acts when their palm is read.

[ she places a finger against her lips ]

But remember, it must be our secret.

Our secret.

[ Lauralae pauses to consider, for a moment, choosing her words, before she voices her thoughts. ]

You watch them, to see how they react, what they do.

[ that provokes a smile that's a little sharper and more honest than the brighter ones ]

beautiful and clever.

[ the best combination to be found in anyone, especially a woman ]

[ Her expression tightens. ]

I am no such thing.

[ Wise, yes, but beautiful? No. ]

You do not think yourself clever? or beautiful? my lady, forgive me but you are very direly mistaken.

[ she has a foreign, exotic beauty too her but beauty all the same ]

I know my wisdom, but I will hear no lies. If that is what you wish to say then speak to another.

[ Bowing her head, she turns away. ]

You must accept it, my lady. I meant no offense to you and yet. what you find ugly another may find beautiful, it is well known not everyone agree on matters of aesthetics and while I cannot imagine anyone calling you anything but lovely - it does grieve me to know you think that way.

[ confidence is needed, even in the smallest, shallowest things. ]

with your leave, my lady.

[ Her head bows and she turns away, both shamed and hurt. She feels ill from the compliment, and she bows her head and shoves herself into a smaller figure, closing her eyes. ]

Your kindness should be given to another.

[ margaery is suddenly reminded of sansa in her distress and tears and her features soften ]

everyone deserve kindness, my Lady. I may not know what grieves you but you are as deserving of it as anyone else.

You do not know me. I would not gift kindness to those that are unknown, simply for their face or their words.

[ Still, she hesitates. She wants to believe she's beautiful, that she is worthy of it. She just doesn't believe it. ]

You do need to know one to be kind to them and you do not need to know a woman to be able to tell she is beautiful.

[ pointedly ]

you need only two eyes.

Some have many eyes and are blind.

[ Lauralae shifts up, sitting a little taller, gathering herself. ]

No more. I ask this of you.

Yes, some are.

[ but certainly not margaery ]

your name, my lady?

[ Careful, she breathes out and nods her head. ]

Lauralae.

[ pretty, she thinks but says nothing for now ]

Lauralae. My name is Margaery, you are well-met.

The same to you. Well met, Margaery.

[ No 'lady' here. In Lauralae's eyes the title must be earned. ]

You are not among the people of Windrose, so much I know.

[ she would certainly have noticed her ]

where do you reside?

I am not of the Windrose. No.

[ Lauralae shakes her head. ]

I am of the Starstruck.

A clever name for a ship.

[ she finds that she likes all the names, personally. she does find it wonderful to be aboard the ship named windrose and yet. ]

and the people of the Starstruck - are they kind? I have never visited it.

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