Ophelia
You'll scream out for your father
Ophelia merely watches him swim, big blue eyes unblinking and passive, a tiny smile on their face. He looks quite interesting in this form, one Ophelia is not familiar with. They don't think twice about their 'slip up' given they have never hidden their past as an Ascended. Nobody has ever given them grief about it, and it seems today won't be that day either, as Noah's face is impassive enough that Ophelia does not register anything wrong.
"I don't know," they cheerily respond. "I've never met any of them. My family prayed to Nature Frey, but they died hungry all the same. So I don't think it matters." Wiggling their legs below the water, Ophelia hums a pleasant note, considering and clearly unaffected by the dark sentence they'd just spoken. "The heralds all have the same power. Life, death, nature, sex, chaos - their core virtues don't matter if the leader is the one with the specific request for aid. Then it's all just human desires." And humans are far more fickle, so in Ophelia's mind the leader is more important than the herald they devote to.
"I don't know," they cheerily respond. "I've never met any of them. My family prayed to Nature Frey, but they died hungry all the same. So I don't think it matters." Wiggling their legs below the water, Ophelia hums a pleasant note, considering and clearly unaffected by the dark sentence they'd just spoken. "The heralds all have the same power. Life, death, nature, sex, chaos - their core virtues don't matter if the leader is the one with the specific request for aid. Then it's all just human desires." And humans are far more fickle, so in Ophelia's mind the leader is more important than the herald they devote to.
And in darkness, I pray you never find him again
