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WHO: Margaery Tyrell
WHERE: The Inn
WHEN: 2/09
OPEN TO: Caius
WARNINGS: None
STATUS: Closed
With evening settling in, Margaery had come to the inn to enjoy a bit of tea and the warmth of the fire. It wasn't a surprise to find Caius there, given that the inn was a gathering place for everyone. While they had spoken after his arrival, she hadn't had the opportunity to see him again, as there was much that occupied her attention. They had gotten along rather well, enough that she hoped that to see him once again.
She held out a cup of tea for him, joining him by the fire. The last of the cold was seeping from her bones, leaving only a comfort and languid feeling that only the winter seemed to bring. "You seem to have adjust rather well." She said to him, looking at him over the brim of her cup.
WHERE: The Inn
WHEN: 2/09
OPEN TO: Caius
WARNINGS: None
STATUS: Closed
With evening settling in, Margaery had come to the inn to enjoy a bit of tea and the warmth of the fire. It wasn't a surprise to find Caius there, given that the inn was a gathering place for everyone. While they had spoken after his arrival, she hadn't had the opportunity to see him again, as there was much that occupied her attention. They had gotten along rather well, enough that she hoped that to see him once again.
She held out a cup of tea for him, joining him by the fire. The last of the cold was seeping from her bones, leaving only a comfort and languid feeling that only the winter seemed to bring. "You seem to have adjust rather well." She said to him, looking at him over the brim of her cup.