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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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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.

My magic is my strength. It is what I barter with, and what interests me. There is little in the world that can bring such glee and fear, I think.

And what do you prefer?

[ her tone turns a bit quieter ]

glee or fear?

I do not care what others feel. It means little to me.

[ Though the way she turns probably shows that she might enjoy fear a little more than most. ]

That sounds very lonely.

[ and she cannot help but feel it is not entirely as easy as the lady makes it to be. ]

I do not need companionship. I have never felt loneliness.

[ She had, once, but she had forced herself to ignore it, to shun it, because it hurt too much to allow. ]

[ the girl is not the most gifted of liars, not by far but she allows her whatever little lies she uses to shield herself and says nothing of it ]

a crew at a loss, then. of someone so gifted.

Says a creature that knew nothing of such gifts until moments ago.

we are here together, my lady. as much as we wish otherwise, we all share the same fate.

[ kings and queens and smallfolk and witches, it would seem. they do have one thing they share, an utter inability to return home ]

and most of us the same purpose.

I have no purpose, not as yet. It is for me to decide, when it is time.

[ It all sounds like false bravado and drama, but at least she believes in it. ]

I shall return to my lands and nothing in this place will hold meaning.

I shall pray that you will, for your peace of mind.

[ she has yet to see someone that stubbornly unhappy in these parts. most people seem entirely too cheerful. it's almost refreshing. ]

Will your Gods hear you from this place?

I do not know.

[ there is not a sept to worship at but she prays all the same. ]

I choose to hope they will.

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