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[thekittenqueen]

WHO: Margaery Tyrell
WHERE: The Fountain
WHEN: July 21st
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: N/A
STATUS: Open

There had been green before her eyes and the rumble of the ground beneath her feet. A sudden roar and then it all disappeared, replaced by the sound of splashing and swirling water before her eyes. Margaery sputtered, liquid filling her eyes, nose and mouth, pulling her down into the depths as she struggled to understand what was happening and where she was.

Pressure grew in her chest, reminding her that she didn't have time to rest in a delirium. She needed air and needed to fight to the surface for it. Kicking and struggling, she swam fiercely, channeling all of her confusion and fear into her movements. It wasn't long before the light she chased was in reach and the surface surrounded her. She took a sharp ragged breath, scanning around her environment, on edge and waiting for more danger. Her limbs trembled, shock deeply rooted in her.

Slowly, she pulled herself from the fountain (was a fountain really so deep?) and fell against the ground. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her heartbeat returning to normal. She sputtered, spitting out the excess water that had found itself into her mouth.

That was done. She had survived, but where had she landed? What place was this and what waited for her? What nightmare had she woken to?

Comments

[thekittenqueen]

She wasn't certain if this place provoked annoyances and irritation. It was possible, given the way they appeared and the little resources that seemed to be available. However, the others that she had met so far had been kind and welcoming. It was only Kylo that was the exception, and Margaery imagined that was simply how he was.

"They were made in my world, but by seasoned tailors." Which was likely the same thing, as the must be paid for as well. "King's Landing...that is a city in Westeros." Kylo had asked her a similar question and needed clarification. She knew now to mention which one was the kingdom and which one was the city. "And you?"

[tobeclosetohim]

It was a smart way to look at it. Even really for how to look at all of it, and all of them. Jo had to wonder after him. Maybe she'd check in on the mill later today, or tomorrow, or sometime this week, if she didn't spot one or both of the boys at another of the lunches. It didn't hurt to keep an eye open and out on each other, especially among those of them who ranged and settled the furthest they could get from the village proper.

Her words are older, and they remind her some of the people who spoke to her over the bar in Milliways. It makes Jo take a second look at her and, she's not positive, but she'd lay high money on being right over being wrong, because even the girl's posture and bearing shows through the soaked clothes and the garish assault of the single color wrapped over her. She was a lady, from somewhere that those still existed.

"It's complicated." Is honest, because Jo'd been honest that first day and it meant she had to continue being and doing so. "But my home was in the middle of nowhere in North America, on a planet called Earth."

[thekittenqueen]

It was hard to mask her noble upbringing or the manner that she displayed. She came from a great house and was expected to behave properly, enough to attract a husband (particularly a King). It was a strange contrast to behave one way and see many others behaving another. They were from different realms, places that had other expectations than her own. It would take some time for her to grow used to it.

Margaery nodded, as though she understood. She didn't, but that didn't matter. Not many would understand her world either or the reason for certain names.

"When did you arrive?"