She could remember this feeling before, emerging from the fountain breathless and in shock. The world around her muted, as though she lost her sense of hearing and any perception of where she was and what she was doing. All Margaery could remember was being in the barn with her animals and then suddenly surrounded by water. There was no death, no explosion. Nothing that might lead her to think this was some afterlife as she had before. It was all natural, as though she had been pulled through by the hands of the Observers.
There were a few people already around the fountain, all of them in a similar state. It was only when she was out of the water that Margaery had the chance to look at herself. Her hair was longer than before, reaching down to her thighs, tangled and matted from her indelicate entrance. She was back in the hideous scrubs, only now there was something on her wrist, a device she didn't recognize or like looking at.
There wasn't much time to marvel or remain dazed. More and more people were coming through, all of them as disheveled and haggard as she felt. She held her breath as each group was hauled out of the fountain, her heart thrumming anxiously for signs of Robb and Loras. Each face giving her hope until the sudden recognition destroyed it. It was only as the last groups were emerging that hope won through and she found those she cared for. Quick embraces were given before being interrupted by the appearance of animals.
Her animals.
They didn't have their ribbons or flowers about them, but she had spent enough time with her livestock to know what they looked like. "Someone help me herd them back to the village?" If the village was even the same. Where were they?
Margaery Tyrell | Group 3 | OTA
There were a few people already around the fountain, all of them in a similar state. It was only when she was out of the water that Margaery had the chance to look at herself. Her hair was longer than before, reaching down to her thighs, tangled and matted from her indelicate entrance. She was back in the hideous scrubs, only now there was something on her wrist, a device she didn't recognize or like looking at.
There wasn't much time to marvel or remain dazed. More and more people were coming through, all of them as disheveled and haggard as she felt. She held her breath as each group was hauled out of the fountain, her heart thrumming anxiously for signs of Robb and Loras. Each face giving her hope until the sudden recognition destroyed it. It was only as the last groups were emerging that hope won through and she found those she cared for. Quick embraces were given before being interrupted by the appearance of animals.
Her animals.
They didn't have their ribbons or flowers about them, but she had spent enough time with her livestock to know what they looked like. "Someone help me herd them back to the village?" If the village was even the same. Where were they?