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glorilyss

Hearing Kentamin's voice raised toward her, Margaery half-turned toward the gentleman. She had been so tucked up into her own moment's thoughts that she hadn't quite noticed that he'd stopped speaking to her cousin. Even still, it took no more than a moment to realize that he was speaking to her.

"Well, I rather prefer 'my dear'," she quipped lightly, pushing away the brief flash of guilt at her light tone, "But I suppose 'my lady' shall suffice for now." She offered the ghost of a smile, the edges dimmed by something almost like frustration or bitterness, though this was wiped away immediately. "I won't hold my father's title unless he can find someone to take me." 'Or if he manages to get a son,' she admitted to herself silently, forcing down the instant pang of hostility with much more alacrity. It was, after all, hard enough being the oldest girl, even without the the fear that a younger, male sibling would come along and snatch your future.

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"Forgive me, but my lady is also far too general," he pointed out, smiling primly, if anything as he cleared his throat. "I simply meant if you'd prefer something along the lines of Lady Grey, or Lady Margaery."
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Moccasin

Ethalind was in the kitchen at this point, washing her hands. She glanced at the pair through a window that looked out into the courtyard. She couldn't make out what they were doing, as the window was barely large enough to hold a dish, but she assumed that they were exchanging formalities.

It was strange. She rarely stepped foot in the kitchen anymore, not since she was a little child. She looked around the room. Nothing much had changed, save for a new shelf and a couple extra cans of peaches. It was cozy and brought back memories of a simpler time. How she craved Cook's special pie now. She hadn't tasted it since..."well, since he passed away," she muttered sadly to herself.

Perhaps she could ask the servants to make it for her. She reckoned she still had the recipe from when he passed it on to her. It was probably hiding somewhere in a drawer. She'd have to look for it some day.

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Kentamin hadn't realized Ethalind had left, or at least for how long, until he realized he was alone with her cousin. He cleared his throat a moment and looked back towards the home.
"Shall we go join your cousin inside the house?" Or was it she desired to stay out here a little longer? Peering up at the skies, he wasn't sure if he minded doing one thing or the other. The day was lovely anyway. He turned back to Margaery. And so was she.
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glorilyss

Like the young gentleman across from her, Margaery, too, had seemingly forgotten the existence of her cousin. Which was really quite rude, since she was really here at Ethalind's family's invitation, but what was a girl to do when confronted with springtime beauty and youth in all of its glory?

"Oh, I much prefer Lady Margaery." Frankly, what she really preferred was the way it seemed to induce intimacy, in the same way that a proper title presented only a cold shoulder. Of course, she would have done much for the title, too, but then, she'd always been contrary. The young lady had just taken a step towards Kentamin when he drew attention to the absence of her cousin. Pausing a moment to flick an appraising glance around - Ethalind really was quite gone - before casting her eyes to the ground. "I suppose we should go in.. It would be terribly rude to stay out here." She paused briefly, looking upward through the fringe of her eyelashes, as if to pertly dare him to deny it. She wouldn't say it herself, of course - she had to keep up appearances.

visualspice

Kentamin gave a stiff nod but faltered under her gaze. Something about the way she looked made him wish he could stay. Were he not so sworn to the church, he'd let himself fall smitten, and perhaps even talk the girl into walking off with him somewhere to steal a few kisses in private, off in the woods. But life had turned grim for the man, and the war, unkind on his once colorful ideals.

Yes, in one life or another, she, or even Ethalind, would have been a perfect match for a wife. But even this event was meant to be a solemn one. And it was a bit frustrating that his only vacation was focused on the death he wanted to run from. But he stood nearby and offered her his hand.
"My lady. I could escort you inside and we can see what plans our hostess may have."
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glorilyss

Margaery didn't even allow herself the hint of a sigh, instead gliding forward another pace to place her own gloved hand in his. She even refrained from making a comment about leaving the glorious outdoors to return to the interior of the house, dimmed as it was by Death's presence and the grief left behind in its wake. Really, Margaery thought she was being exceptionally well-behaved for her situation.

It was a pity that he was ensconced within the church, she had to admit that to herself. He was a well-made young man, to be certain - though to be fair, Margaery wasn't often around any young men of her breeding, so perhaps the fascination came from her notable lack of experience or opportunity. Still, speculation about her interest did little to lessen it in the meantime. With her hand sliding up to rest against his forearm, she peeped upwards from her shorter height. "So, Father, tell me about yourself? My family's land is in Highheart, and I'm afraid I don't get out much from the mountains."

visualspice

His face faltered at the title she chose and it skewed his face in a most uncomfortable way.
"Please.. the title is meant for those priests sworn in officially. I.. that is to say, I am not a priest. Not yet." And he let his gaze drop shamefully, her hand still in his.

He didn't let it hang for long, not wanting to seem simple or unaccomplished as he raised his gaze to her's. "That's not to say I won't be some day, Lady Margaeret. A templar.. and one from St. Agratha.. it takes quite some times, years, to become so blessed."
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Moccasin

(Ahh sorry for the wait, everyone!)

Ethalind watched them make their way to the kitchen through the window. She squinted oddly through the dirty glass. Their dynamic was mesmerizing. It seemed the two had chemistry, but out of shame or attachment to his organization, Kentamin seemed to draw away from Margaery's advances. Yet, there was a certain want in his eyes to be close to her. They were two people who just wanted to be with each other, whose hearts were together, but whose heads were at war.

It was strange. After Arthur's death, it seemed natural warmth left Ethalind for a time, and no matter the circumstances, she could only see it in other people. Perhaps this sensitivity was a result of a want to go back to the past and enjoy the state she once possessed. But at the moment, her thoughts were too muddled to understand anything about herself and the way she interacted with others.

As she opened the door to the kitchen and put on a welcoming smile, exiting her childhood haven, she left behind thoughts of doing things from the past. She became nothing, and everything, embodying the present moment and therefore excluding all before and after. All she could focus on in this moment were two people, walking under the fiery dogwood tree, engulfed in the afternoon sun and the ruminations of a coming storm.

glorilyss

Margaery couldn't help but feel a dull candle-glow of warmth in her belly at his admission that he wasn't officially sworn into the priesthood. Of course, the circumstances of their lives had already snatched away any hope for something more than a few minutes' conversation, but Margaery had always had rather a frustrating quality of wanting exquisitely exactly what she couldn't have. Perhaps it came of being the eldest daughter and spoiled excessively, or maybe it was just human nature, but either way, it was quite annoying.

Bowing her head as if chastened, Margaery leaned in minutely. "Excuse my error! I just  assumed.. ah, well, no matter. You must be a friend of the family Shanley?" At his mention of his profession - beyond being easy on the eyes and a bit too stiff, she decided - her eyes widened slightly. "Oh! A templar? And the Order of St. Agratha? You must have your hands quite full, with the war. Well, more than others, I suppose I should say." At that moment, the young woman saw her cousin exit the kitchens ahead of them. Feeling vaguely as if she should feel a bit sheepish for being an incorrigible flirt, even in the face of death and polite society, she nonetheless disregarded any such inclinations and waved at Ethalind, offering a brilliant smile.

Moccasin

Ethalind waved back at Margaery, approaching the pair solemnly. "I am sorry for leaving so abruptly. I had to... take care of something. Shall head inside?" Ethalind glanced between them, before focusing her attention on Kentamin. "Papa and Lord Grey may want to speak with you, before the ceremony. They'll be in the great hall. As for Cousin dear... I almost forgot. Mama requests you join her upstairs. I'll show you there." Ethalind offered her arm, pursing her lips slightly as she awaited her response.