Winter Has Come...and Won't Go Away!

[thekittenqueen]

WHO: Margaery Tyrell
WHERE: The Inn
WHEN: 3/15
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: None

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Between the snow and the cold, whatever brave face Margaery had been able to put forward had been sorely tested again and again. Still, it wasn't enough to interrupt her usual routine. She cared for her animals as best as she was able, and with the influx of wool and bits of cotton that she had grown, it allowed her to create fabrics for the village's use. There were blankets as well, the usual sort she wove, especially for Winter, and while her bees were sleeping, there was at least milk from her cow and goats.

It was a strange feeling to bring these items to the inn, as though she were a woman at market. She had been a patron, and made certain that she visited as many merchants as she could while queen. But she never lived this way, carrying butter, milk and fabrics to trade with others.

She spread her wares on the table, the usual way anyone seemed to trade in this place. Seated next to it, she continued her mending and embroidery, ready to set it aside if someone showed an interest in her stock. At least it was warm inside and away from the snow. She couldn't imagine how merchants managed otherwise.

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[triplerose]

Loras found it all a bit amusing. He couldn't help it. He knew that they weren't what they used to be, not anymore, but there was something irresistibly funny about it all. Margaery, setting up her table, keeping herself busy while she waited for buyers. It was easily the most Loras had smiled - or laughed - since he arrived.

"Can you imagine what our grandmother would say?" he asked, lips quirked up. He hadn't been so terrible as to let her haul her wares on her own. But he'd made sure to tease her the whole time. Even now as he took a seat beside her, he leaned over to nudge their shoulders together. "I can see the look on her face."