Ophelia
Clearly Edmund is offering an invitation, which makes Ophelia brighten in a childlike fashion. Torchline had been beautiful the one time they'd gone, but it had also been far too dangerous for an Ascended - hot and in full view of the sun. Now, that's practically paradise for an Ancient, and with the constant rain it would be incredible to get away, even if the region is experiencing its own crazy weather patterns. "I'd love to visit! I'll send you a letter," they nod decisively, pleased with the prospect of practicing their handwriting again.
But who needs handwriting - or even hands - when there is tag in animal bodies instead?
Lial are known for their devastating speed, but Edmund is far more agile, and his playful growl is met with chortling and eager snaps of Ophelia's long maw as he shoots off in another direction. Streaking after him, Ophelia lunges a second time, hoping to jab their snout (sans teeth, despite the ever-present desire to crush and consume) into the back of his leg or graze the side of his hip to tag him back.
But who needs handwriting - or even hands - when there is tag in animal bodies instead?
Lial are known for their devastating speed, but Edmund is far more agile, and his playful growl is met with chortling and eager snaps of Ophelia's long maw as he shoots off in another direction. Streaking after him, Ophelia lunges a second time, hoping to jab their snout (sans teeth, despite the ever-present desire to crush and consume) into the back of his leg or graze the side of his hip to tag him back.
For Justice knows the balance and your case cannot be won
By pressing down the scales with your own thumb
By pressing down the scales with your own thumb
