Margaery hadn't really paid much attention to the Kennel Master when she'd approached. She noticed when he approached, if only she was aware of someone else nearing her space. When he spoke though, that's when Margaery turned her full attention to him. Margaery glanced up to him, eyes wide as he spoke.
"Oh-! I hope I didn't do something wrong, I was just..." well, what could she say? There was a fluffy, adorable puppy near her, how could she not pet it? How could she really just pass by something so cute without paying it proper attention? "She's very pretty - but I would feel so guilty just taking her. Oh dear, have I spoiled her for you? If so I do apologize."
Margaery stood slowly and the pup, along with a few of her littermates, began to roll and squirm over Margaery's feet. She couldn't help letting out a soft laugh. A shame that most men only used such creatures for hunting, they could be so much more.
"I'm sorry, I'm intruding, forgive me. When I heard a Kennel Master from the North was visiting, it seemed like a way to break up the doldrums of King's Landing," she bowed her head slightly, letting her brunette curls bounce down her shoulders before she turned her head up to smile at him. "I'm Margaery, of House Tyrell."
The pup she'd been petting began gnawing at a section of Margaery's dress. Most ladies would have cried out in outrage, but Margaery simply glanced down and clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. She knelt down and pulled the fabric from the pup's mouth and again took to stroking the top of the pup's head. "She's such a sweetheart."
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"Oh-! I hope I didn't do something wrong, I was just..." well, what could she say? There was a fluffy, adorable puppy near her, how could she not pet it? How could she really just pass by something so cute without paying it proper attention? "She's very pretty - but I would feel so guilty just taking her. Oh dear, have I spoiled her for you? If so I do apologize."
Margaery stood slowly and the pup, along with a few of her littermates, began to roll and squirm over Margaery's feet. She couldn't help letting out a soft laugh. A shame that most men only used such creatures for hunting, they could be so much more.
"I'm sorry, I'm intruding, forgive me. When I heard a Kennel Master from the North was visiting, it seemed like a way to break up the doldrums of King's Landing," she bowed her head slightly, letting her brunette curls bounce down her shoulders before she turned her head up to smile at him. "I'm Margaery, of House Tyrell."
The pup she'd been petting began gnawing at a section of Margaery's dress. Most ladies would have cried out in outrage, but Margaery simply glanced down and clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. She knelt down and pulled the fabric from the pup's mouth and again took to stroking the top of the pup's head. "She's such a sweetheart."