Windrose June Mingle!

[passingthrough]

Who: SS Windrose + Visitors
Broadcast: Unlikely
Action: SS Windrose
When: June — anytime!

[Now featuring bathroom rank II for all your bathtub and and additional ten minutes of water per hour needs! We also have more and faster shuttles! Just last month we made it to actual double-sized beds for all your double-sized fun. Special features include a hanging medicinal herb garden in the cargo bay complete with bacon-flavored kelp and Officer Snuggles the resident security fox!

Please enjoy your stay. Unless you're The Stalker. There's a sandwich bag waiting for you.]

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MARGAERY TYRELL 🌹 OTA

[partialities]

ｐｒａｙｅｒ  ；  ｅｍｂｒｏｉｄｅｒｙ 

[ days turns to weeks and moon cycles pass and margaery doesn't budge, doesn't show a change of attitude despite the constant pull at her heart. there isn't a day that passes without thoughts of her kin, of loras and her lord father and her grandma.

admitting to anything of the sort would be a weakness and at the first sign of weakness, she knows, they will lunge at her like crows to a decaying corpse. 'they' could be anything from those who do not favor her on the fleet, to the atroma. her ratings are high, she knows but her downfall will produce a great interest as well.

this is a game, quite unlike the one she knows but one whose rules are clear enough.

it's a second nature, the game but it's constantly changing. the moon is behind them and ahead - well, who knows really? she thinks of the entire matter for a day or two before deciding that a small level of vulnerability is necessary, no audience would believe anything less, not after so long. it will have to be measured, enough to stir sympathy and love but not in a may that will have others think her as weak.

so the door to her chambers will be open, as it sometimes is, to welcome visitors and the picture inside would be a pretty one. a young girl of six-and-ten in the pale greens of her house, working with careful fingers on her of embroidery and a song on her lips.

Gentle Mother, font of mercy,
save our sons from war, we pray,
stay the swords and stay the arrows,
let them know a better day. ]

[winn]

[ the sight of winn on the windrose has become commonplace, so it shouldn't surprise her to find him standing in her doorway in a blue buttoned-down and no signature cardigan, a small warm smile on his lips, one hand behind his back and the other offering her a friendly wave. he doesn't say anything yet, not wanting to intrude, but her door's open and if there's one thing he knows about margaery - it's that she doesn't do things by accident. if her door's open she's looking for company. ]

[partialities]

[ he walks in as she finishes the hymn ( 'Gentle Mother, strength of women, help our daughters through this fray, soothe the wrath and tame the fury, teach us all a kinder way' ) before smiling at him, small and private. ]

Good-day, Winn.

[winn]

Good-day, Margaery. You have a really nice voice.

[ he still stays by the door, in case she shows any hint of wanting privacy after all. ]

That your family's coat of arms?

[partialities]

My lady mother would said my singing brings her peace. We would sit in the rose garden and I would recite all the songs she had favored.

[ she gestures for him to come and see it, the careful embroidery work that her grandmother would roll her eyes at and say oh don't be a silly thing, it's all roses all the time, do something different, something bolder.

margaery does miss her, she misses her advice each day. ]

I told you about it, didn't I? green and gold. Growing Stronger.

[winn]

I can see why. Or well - hear it, makes more sense.

[ he smiles and comes in closer, taking in the details of her work. ]

You did. It's really beautiful. I - I'm kinda shaming my teacher here with this now I realize, but I made you a little something with the threads you got me -

[ bringing the hand that was hidden behind his back forward, he presents her with an embroidery of his own - that spells out 'this queen saves herself' in dark green on a field of bright green, with flowers curled around the words. it's not nearly as elaborate or flawless as her work, but it's neat and pleasing to the eye. ] Kara - told me what to write.

[partialities]

For me? For what manner of occasion?

[ she takes it and smiles, a chuckle falling from her lips ]

It's beautiful. The lines are lovely and my favorite colors, too.

[ she holds it close to her. ]

I shall keep it with me for as long as I am here, thank you, how thoughtful of you to think of me.

[winn]

For the occasion of - you're my friend, that's always worth celebrating.

[ he smiles happy to see she seems pleased with it. ]

You're welcome, it's the least I could do. [ and he feels like it's very literal. he wishes he could do more for her. ]

[partialities]

My grandmother would have loved those words. She always said out words are a bit too simplistic, Growing Stronger. She said there is no boldness in it. When compared with Winter is Coming. Fire and Blood. I find them to be quite ominous. I do favor something more positive.

[ she traces the lines of his work ]

How fortunate I am, to have someone who cares for me so, even here, so far from home.

[winn]

Yeah, I'm definitely with you on the hopeful messages - though growing stronger is definitely a good motto. Way better than winter is coming or fire and blood. Basically anything's gonna beat a motto with 'blood' in it.

[ is he rambling again? he is, isn't he. ]

I'm pretty sure you'd find people to care for you anywhere, Margaery, you're a great person.

[partialities]

We must make certain never to say that to the queen from the house whose words are those. She is the captain of the Caprine, I reckon.

[ she places his work next to her, takes her own and lays it on her knees ]

It is kind of you to say.

[ there is a healthy amount of doubt there. not that she, herself, is great but that care shall be easy to find. ]

[winn]

I'll try to remember that.

[ he frowns in concern, leaning in closer. doubt isn't something he sees every day from margaery, but when she told him of her fiance he realized that much like him - she tends to keep a lot in. his voice turns softer. ]

Hey -- what is it? You can talk to me.

[partialities]

True care is very rare in strangers, in my realm. When I came to King's Landing, I could see it very clearly. Growing up in Highgarden, I never realized it but visiting the orphanage houses and the poor - I could see how strange care was for them from someone like me and I am not different than them, not truly. Our circumstances of birth are the only difference between us.

[ she frowns, looks down at her work ]

It was simply very difficult to come to grasp that they found care to be foreign. Our realm has been at war for far too long, I think we have all been victims of it.

Re: MARGAERY TYRELL 🌹 OTA

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion, who has come to visit with Kitty, will now often stop by to visit Margaery as well. He has come with the habit of bringing her gifts - nothing extravagant, just small things that might make her smile.

She, after all, has a lovely smile that should be encouraged as often as possible, he thinks. So today, he brings her a rose he made out of brightly colored paper, poking it around the door with it's green paper stem.]

Is the Lady of the Gardens at home?

[partialities]

Does she have a visitor?

[ airily, there is already a hint of laughter in her voice. she knows who it is without even raising her eyes from the needlework. she place the embrodiery aside ]

Her door is open.

[ and she would rise to meet him, silks rustling against her ankles as she'll bow ]

And I thought this day would be entirely dull, how mistaken I was.

[ noticing the flower, she brightens up ]

What is this? is it a token of your apology for not having come to visit me in days and days?

[tallasaking]

She does, in fact, have a visitor.

[He pokes his own head around the corner now, his smile crooked but warm.]

Then the visitor shall come in.

[He bows in turn, before offering the flower out once more.]

Never fear, the potion against boredom has arrived, in concentrated form.

[He bows once more.]

I have built an apology into every petal, Margaery, in hopes you shall forgive this poor, lost soul.

[partialities]

It is beautiful, such attention to details and the colors are striking.

[ she takes it between slender fingers, smiling all the while ]

Presented with such a gift, I can do nothing but forgive you entirely. How clever, to know the way to appease me.

[ she gestures to a chair ]

Shall you sit with me?

[tallasaking]

I thought the gift should reflect the person it was being presented to.

[He smiles in turn, before touching one hand to his chest.]

Cleverness is luckily, not something I lack.

[Another bow, before he sidles over to climb into the chair.]

As the lady requests, I shall obey.

[partialities]

Would that I had wine to offer, the ship has water and all sort of odd bubbly drinks that I mislike. They taste like medicine.

[ far too sweet and unnatural, she doesn't know what to make of it. ]

Tell me something interesting, any tale would do. How are you fairing?

[tallasaking]

Water shall be fine - I had best keep my wits about me, less I get pricked by one of your thorns by saying something untoward.

[He hummed for a moment, considering all that he had seen and done in the last few days.]

I have met a man who has doppleganger here - except she is a woman. So there is now a Male Hawke and a Female Hawke, and while they are different they are also the same. It's unnerving.

[partialities]

Thorns!

[ she pours water into two glasses, giving him a bit of a scolding look ]

Am I known to be prickly? I cannot imaging you ever saying anything that I would consider untoward.

[ taking a seat again, she tilts her head. ]

They are like twins of a sort, yes? quite the same but not entirely?

[tallasaking]

Every rose has thorns, Maraery - why that look alone pricks my heart, and begs me to beg your forgiveness.

[He nods his thanks, taking his water and sipping. He swallows, and nods.]

Very much like, except they are apparently the same person, except not. She is a warrior, and he some sort of ...mage. They are both outspoken, humorous, and just a little - I would say insane? Yes, insane.

[partialities]

Is it a new hobby? to befriend the insane?

[ though now, she is likely to try and speak to them as well, if only for how curious she is. ]

With so many lovely people already aboard the fleet?

[tallasaking]

Hardly. I've been befriending the insane since I was a boy.

[His lips twitch up.]

Now it simply applies to outer space.

Your company, however, is always preferred.

[partialities]

Am I insane?

[ it's a playful indulgence more than anything else, she stretches to grab at the little paper flower, places it in her hair as she would a real one ]