![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
I Can See Clearly Now
Dec. 5th, 2017 08:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thekittenqueenWHO: Margaery Tyrell
WHERE: The Inn
WHEN: 12/05
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: Nothing
Much to her chagrin, she had missed the feast. Being ill in bed for weeks had left Margaery restless and frustrated, making her feel as if she had missed so much with the village, even though life was very much the same. She could remember the last Harvest feast and what happened that night. It seemed though that nothing happened and everyone returned home safely without trouble. Whatever happened last year had been a rare occurrence. Since then, there were no monsters coming from the woods and the villager count was only lessened by disappearance, not death.
If that wasn't something to celebrate, what was?
When she was finally able to climb out of bed, she made her way often to the inn. Her health was still a bit fragile, but not nearly as serious as before. The visions passed and her memory was back, sharper than ever. But it wasn't wise to push herself. So instead of returning to her usual chores, she instead sat inside the inn for most of the day, sewing a new cloak for Robb for winter.
Turning to the person next to her, she asked, "Is there anything left over from the feast?" She had missed the food and the chocolate when it was fresh, but certainly it wasn't completely gone?
WHERE: The Inn
WHEN: 12/05
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: Nothing
Much to her chagrin, she had missed the feast. Being ill in bed for weeks had left Margaery restless and frustrated, making her feel as if she had missed so much with the village, even though life was very much the same. She could remember the last Harvest feast and what happened that night. It seemed though that nothing happened and everyone returned home safely without trouble. Whatever happened last year had been a rare occurrence. Since then, there were no monsters coming from the woods and the villager count was only lessened by disappearance, not death.
If that wasn't something to celebrate, what was?
When she was finally able to climb out of bed, she made her way often to the inn. Her health was still a bit fragile, but not nearly as serious as before. The visions passed and her memory was back, sharper than ever. But it wasn't wise to push herself. So instead of returning to her usual chores, she instead sat inside the inn for most of the day, sewing a new cloak for Robb for winter.
Turning to the person next to her, she asked, "Is there anything left over from the feast?" She had missed the food and the chocolate when it was fresh, but certainly it wasn't completely gone?
