[ Colette waits patiently as Margaery goes quiet, fingers fiddling with pearls much prettier than anything Colette owned period, being a child of the faith and all that in entailed, even the giving up of material things for the sake of closeness to God. The young woman's eyes fall toward the glass window but Colette's not sure if she's actually looking out of them or not -- it would be overstepping herself to ask what she was thinking, wouldn't it? So she remains silent, eyes gentle and features soft, politely tilting her head when Margaery offers her a second look.
But… she couldn't help but to feel that Margaery was sad about something. What? Oh, she hadn't a clue, yet… for what reason did the woman visit the chapel this evening? She was a fair dancer herself. Maybe she also needed guidance. Guidance that Colette could never deign to give, never as mighty as their Lord, nor as forgiving, or just. ]
I suppose it isn't.
[ That's said with a touch of a sigh, despite her best efforts to keep it in. Even if it wasn't right, passive aggression ran rampant among girls, especially when it came to the matter of men, one that Colette was scarcely interested in to begin with outside of the childhood friends she'd made in the woods. Those two boys had kept her sane in her hardest years; beyond that, she felt no special feelings for men, or the way they looked at her when she was out at town. ]
But some will offer even a kind lie to those who seem like they need it.
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But… she couldn't help but to feel that Margaery was sad about something. What? Oh, she hadn't a clue, yet… for what reason did the woman visit the chapel this evening? She was a fair dancer herself. Maybe she also needed guidance. Guidance that Colette could never deign to give, never as mighty as their Lord, nor as forgiving, or just. ]
I suppose it isn't.
[ That's said with a touch of a sigh, despite her best efforts to keep it in. Even if it wasn't right, passive aggression ran rampant among girls, especially when it came to the matter of men, one that Colette was scarcely interested in to begin with outside of the childhood friends she'd made in the woods. Those two boys had kept her sane in her hardest years; beyond that, she felt no special feelings for men, or the way they looked at her when she was out at town. ]
But some will offer even a kind lie to those who seem like they need it.