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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 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.

An interesting one, nothing else.

[ There's nothing clever about this place, or it's magic or it's strangeness. ]

I do not speak to them often. I avoid them, for I do not know them.

Then - how shall you ever know them?

[ lauralae, you're an odd cupcake ]

I do not recall saying I wished to know them.

[ Duh. ]

And what if one of them is wonderfully kind and interesting and handsome? My Lady might never know them and they might not know her.

[ is it her responsibility to make you popular, lauralae? she'll do it ]

I care not for kindness, nor interest or handsomeness. They are things that do no more than waste time.

[ She had fallen prey to handsome kindness before. She would not allow it to happen again, even if she must fight with all that she has. ]

What does my Lady care for?

[ how cruel her world must have been, she thinks, to rend one so jaded and afraid. ]

My Lord and my magic. Naught else.

is he here among us? Your lord?

[ she can see how a man might find such devotion to be charming ]

No. Mortal hands cannot touch him.

[ He is a God, Margaery. ]

[ oh not this again. ]

and your magic, that is certainly present, is it not? it is quite the fascinating talent.

[ At least this one has actually spoken to her. Once. ]

It is. I thought all knew of it.

[ Because of her very first broadcast, covered in blood. ]

I did not.

[ and perhaps it is a blessing ]

I never heard of it.

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