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Margaery thought she saw everything after over 2000 years on the planet. A 6 year old blonde child with angel wings flying in front of her door might just take the cake.
It’s not quite new territory, she’d been greeted by two winged children on her doorstep before, but she was not hoping for a repeat of that.
“Um, excuse me? Are you Margaery?” The little boy asked after a less than graceful landing. So he either wasn’t born with them, or they had just grown out, Margaery deduced.
“What d’ya want, small blonde boy?” She asked while taking a hit of her current joint. The flavor wasn’t great.
“My grandma told me to find you, although she looked older than you do.”
Margaery wasn’t sure if that counted as calling her old or not, but she also didn’t know who his grandmother was.
“And who’s yer grandmother, child?”
“Uhhh, her name was Ethelle, I think. I dunno, I just called her granny.”
Her expression widened.
“Was? What happened to her?”
“She died a few days ago.”
For the first time in millennia, Margaery thought she felt a tear building up. But she held it back as she asked a more important question.
“Do you know how she spelled her name?”
“Nope.”
That wasn’t helpful.
“Uh, come inside, son. What’s your name?”
“Frankie.”
Well she should’ve started with that. Frankie, just like the wizard in Elle’s favorite fairy tale.
“Uh, take a seat, Frankie. I have to make a phone call.”
The small boy sat down with his wings awkwardly hitting the wall of the tent.
Margaery started making some tea while she picked up her old, personal cell phone and clicked one of two contacts on it.
The phone rang for a bit while an older woman’s voice answered. “Hello, Old lady Margaery.”
Unless the kid was playing a prank on her, this proved that her guess was correct.
“You’re testing me girlie. I can find a way to hit you through the phone. And you’re basically older than me now.” Margaery said in her old, stern, motherly voice.
A strained laugh came through the other end. “I’m just teasin’ you mum. D’you need something? My grandson’s gettin’ married.”
Of course, Elle couldn’t have done this with more perfect timing. “Ethie, your sister’s gone.”
Another laugh came out. “Good joke mum, good joke. But really, what’s the matter?”
“Ethel, why would I joke about this? Her grandson came to me and told me himself.”
Her daughter’s voice got more angry. “Mum, Elle hid her family from us for a reason. She clearly thinks she’s better off without us. That can’t be her grandson, I’m sure of it.”
“Unless you know why a small child with angel wings is in my tent, I don’t think there's another explanation. Or did you find another heavenly being out in Munich?”
Silence permeated both sides of the phone until the kettle on Margaery’s side went off.
“I’ll call you later, mum.” Ethel hung up, leaving Margaery in shock. She knew the twins’ relationship had gone sour, but she didn’t realize it was that bad.
Margaery put the phone down and went over to the kettle, preparing two cups of tea and bringing them over to little Frankie, who was still fiddling with his wings.
“Don’t worry son, your grandmother struggled to control her wings when she first got them, too.”
“Grandma had wings?” He asked while grabbing a teacup.
“Oh yes, her and her sister. But they both figured out how to retract them eventually.”
Confusion was now plastered all over Frankie’s face. “Um, how did you know my grandma, Miss Margaery?”
“Oh I raised her and her sister. My little Elle and Ethie.” A smile came over her as she remembered the girls’ childhood.
“You raised her? But you're not older than her, are you?”
Margaery laughed. “Why don’t you take a seat? I’ll tell you the whole story.”