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Gather Ye Roses
WHO: Margaery
WHERE: #4 Bungalow, Woods, the police station
WHEN: 4/3 - 4/4
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: Nothing, but will update if needed
STATUS: OPEN
The Woods
The mornings were much the same as ever. With winter slowly coming to a close, it meant that many of the plants and flowers would bloom again, allowing Margaery to gather with the same fervency and delight as before. While her walk through the woods had been to collect kindling and winter fruit, she made a point to stop by many of her favored places to inspect how the plants were faring. Were there buds yet? How far along were they?
It wasn't uncommon to hear noises in the woods. There were others more often about now, many hunters or villagers exploring. When she heard a twig snap behind her, Margaery expected to see a familiar face. Instead, a deer slowly walked from the underbrush, sniffing the ground and listening for potential predators. Margaery rooted herself, hardly daring to move or breathe.
She could sense someone nearing behind her. Taking the risk, she raised her hand, signalling for them to stop. "I have never seen a doe this close before." She whispered.
The Police Station (Outside)
The usual sounds of animals protesting filled the air as Margaery opened the station doors to allow her animals out, her dog Gilbert herding them towards the fields where they could graze. There was still no large pen for her to let them roam about in, much to her chagrin. However, this was better. Gilbert had become diligent in keeping the animals in check, ushering back a sheep that strayed too far or yapping at a cow that lingered too long in the grass. It was pleasant, comforting.
She watched from a reasonable distance, scanning the fields for wolves or any other predators. She counted her animals in her head, tallying the amount she saw ever half hour. Many of the sheep were growing fat, a few pregnant with lambs. She would need to find a place for them all soon.
As someone passed her, Margaery tore her eyes away for a moment to smile at the nearby figure. "It is finally becoming warm again!" She announced happily. "We can begin planting again and think more about what we wish to do with the animals."
#4 Bungalow - Closed to Ned
It was common routine for Margaery to work on her weaving once her animals had finished grazing until the sun could no longer provide her proper light. The cold weather no longer hindered her from sitting on her porch, listening to the sounds of the world around her. She had fond memories of spinning during the summer, now she could weave during the spring. There were birds in the distance, optimistic for the coming warmth. Gilbert was at her feet, worn out from his work and napping as she lightly sang "The Bear and the Maiden Fair."
It was only when she came to the chorus that she noticed Lord Stark nearing her home. They had walked together earlier in the morning, having explored the woods and simply spoken about what he needed to learn. Once they returned to the village, they had parted ways and she had left to let her animals graze. She hadn't paid much mind to what the Starks might be doing, but she assumed they'd be together. Not that it wasn't pleasant to find one Stark or another turning up at her door.
She paused in her work, rubbing her hands on her skirts. "Back so soon?"
WHERE: #4 Bungalow, Woods, the police station
WHEN: 4/3 - 4/4
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: Nothing, but will update if needed
STATUS: OPEN
The Woods
The mornings were much the same as ever. With winter slowly coming to a close, it meant that many of the plants and flowers would bloom again, allowing Margaery to gather with the same fervency and delight as before. While her walk through the woods had been to collect kindling and winter fruit, she made a point to stop by many of her favored places to inspect how the plants were faring. Were there buds yet? How far along were they?
It wasn't uncommon to hear noises in the woods. There were others more often about now, many hunters or villagers exploring. When she heard a twig snap behind her, Margaery expected to see a familiar face. Instead, a deer slowly walked from the underbrush, sniffing the ground and listening for potential predators. Margaery rooted herself, hardly daring to move or breathe.
She could sense someone nearing behind her. Taking the risk, she raised her hand, signalling for them to stop. "I have never seen a doe this close before." She whispered.
The Police Station (Outside)
The usual sounds of animals protesting filled the air as Margaery opened the station doors to allow her animals out, her dog Gilbert herding them towards the fields where they could graze. There was still no large pen for her to let them roam about in, much to her chagrin. However, this was better. Gilbert had become diligent in keeping the animals in check, ushering back a sheep that strayed too far or yapping at a cow that lingered too long in the grass. It was pleasant, comforting.
She watched from a reasonable distance, scanning the fields for wolves or any other predators. She counted her animals in her head, tallying the amount she saw ever half hour. Many of the sheep were growing fat, a few pregnant with lambs. She would need to find a place for them all soon.
As someone passed her, Margaery tore her eyes away for a moment to smile at the nearby figure. "It is finally becoming warm again!" She announced happily. "We can begin planting again and think more about what we wish to do with the animals."
#4 Bungalow - Closed to Ned
It was common routine for Margaery to work on her weaving once her animals had finished grazing until the sun could no longer provide her proper light. The cold weather no longer hindered her from sitting on her porch, listening to the sounds of the world around her. She had fond memories of spinning during the summer, now she could weave during the spring. There were birds in the distance, optimistic for the coming warmth. Gilbert was at her feet, worn out from his work and napping as she lightly sang "The Bear and the Maiden Fair."
It was only when she came to the chorus that she noticed Lord Stark nearing her home. They had walked together earlier in the morning, having explored the woods and simply spoken about what he needed to learn. Once they returned to the village, they had parted ways and she had left to let her animals graze. She hadn't paid much mind to what the Starks might be doing, but she assumed they'd be together. Not that it wasn't pleasant to find one Stark or another turning up at her door.
She paused in her work, rubbing her hands on her skirts. "Back so soon?"
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It didn't take a psychic to notice the way she reeled back her immediate reaction, though, or that it had been anger. Blustering a sigh, he searched for some compromising answer: "Maybe I don't want her to approach someone with a bow expecting a handful of berries," he points out.
Creepy or not, he gave away his own hunting gear long ago, far too squeamish for the task.
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It was a fair point at least and he was trying. Forcing away the last of her irritation, she tipped her head, acknowledging his gesture. "She should be having children of her own soon. With her alive, the forest will be more populated with game."
She couldn't hunt herself, but she knew there were many in the village that did.
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A deer might have been an appreciated sight, though he can't imagine it wouldn't be gunned down for rations. He'd weathered enough shitty jokes about his ability to make dog taste like chicken to have low expectations.
"Sometimes it doesn't feel like a big enough place, like it would be easy to strip it if there wind up being too many of us." The crops would help with that, and they did lose people sometimes. "I have a couple of books on foraging, but if you already know where things are and want an extra pair of hands, I promise not to throw rocks at the next thing you want to play Snow White with."
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He spoke of something that she feared deep in her gut, but hadn't mentioned aloud. Soon, they would run out of resources, so long as more people crawled from the fountain. They were already living under strained circumstances. They would need to expand the village somehow.
"I should be grateful for the book." If only for something to read. "I was raised in a place full of different plants and fruits, but there is always something to learn." His offer was kind on both counts, earning a small smile for the suggestion. "You are welcome to join me. I often come this way after the sun has risen, but before noon." Gods, she would love to have a way to tell time.
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The way cleared for them both, he stands, and something of her bearing prompts him to extend a hand in offer to help her up through the ferns and short brush they'd been ducked behind. "I'm from a city," he offers in kind, though he wonders if it's worth getting into just what kind, and what time period. "We had a park, but not a lot of gardens or natural land. Everything came from somewhere else." Even most of the people.
"Are you out to do that now, or would you need help with something else?" Practical as he felt the gesture was, he'd still barged in on her little scene and scared her prize away. He had more than enough time to make up for it.
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The offered hand was taken with a murmured "thanks." Her feet delicately stepped over the brush and fallen branches, her skirts stained at the hem with soil. "Ah. I suppose that is why you distrust animals like stag." She was able to tease about it now, in a better mood than a moment before.
"I was, but my task for the day is finished. I needed some kindling and wanted to inspect the fruit bushes. Spring is coming and we will soon have an abundance of mushrooms and different fruits to choose from. It is rather nice to walk in the woods, so this is less of a chore and more of a pleasure."
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By now Kira is familiar enough with the foot-worn paths that he doesn't feel the need to consult his cards for directions back to the village. There are landmarks now, some made by his own hand. Sometimes he finds arrows cut into the bark of trees, when he or perhaps others had cut markers to avoid being lost in the fog.
He doesn't presume to lead, though. Once she's free of the brush, he lets her choose their direction, ready to steer them closer to his home when they find the village again. "It's been nicer," he agrees, now that the fog and rain has left them. "Wouldn't it be better to work in your scrubs," he asks out of curiosity: the dress seems nice enough to save, though for what purpose he isn't sure. They don't exactly have salons or dances in the abandoned buildings.
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It wasn't far to the village. She knew her way about the forest, though she kept an eye on the arrows. The woods had shifted around her before, she didn't want to risk her safety. She had the sense to remain inside during the fog, remaining close to the village. Though there was good that came from it.
They now had markers.
She smiled down at her gown. "This is what I am comfortable in. It is easier to work in something that I can move in than the scrubs." They were approaching the edge of the village, having emerged from the woods.
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He wonders if they're from so far into the future that even the space-farers of their village came from their past.
Breaking from his thoughts as he pulls back a branch at the treeline, to let her pass onto the path, he says: "I don't think I've gotten your name, in all this time. I'm Kira."
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She murmured a "thanks" as she passed under the branch.
"Margaery." She replied, brushing a few leaves from her shoulders. "I believe I have seen you about the village before, Kira. You have been here for a little while."
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"I have, almost five months now. It took more than a few to get some fresh clothes. I wonder if we could do something with all the leavings and worn out scrubs to make things for the new arrivals," he thinks aloud, wondering if they wouldn't wind up pulling a Scarlet O'hara and making shifts out of the drapes.
Glancing sidelong to her, he's reminded of her basket, laden with her gatherings. He's sure it isn't heavy, and she's more than capable, having carted it around this long, but it seems a thing to offer someone more comfortable walking the woods in skirts over trousers. "Would you like me to carry that? It's a bit further."
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She nodded in agreement. "I know that some of the homes have lost their curtains for more fabric. There is more available than before, thank the gods. Soon, we should be able to create our own linen. Though I confess, I do not know how just yet."
Margaery shook her head, "No, thank you. It is only a bit of kindling and berries. Far from heavy. The work will do me good." She responded, brushing a few dried leaves from her shoulders.