Ophelia
With the confirmation that the rocks didn't need to be anything special, Ophelia begins heaping handfuls of stones into their bag, their path meandering and unclear as they weave back and forth between Danta and Maea.
They spare a beaming smile toward Maea, pleased with this answer. Ophelia is happy to be useful, but they do it out of a sense of camaraderie, not because they feel they need something to fill their days. There is so much of the world they never got to see or experience, they have plenty to wander around and wonder at on the daily.
"We're already better naturally," they assert, though the basis for that claim is deeply unclear. "Once we make all the creepy animals leave, people will want to come anyway because it'll be safer." That's a huge draw in Ophelia's mind, and with that they dump another handful of rocks into their sack.
They spare a beaming smile toward Maea, pleased with this answer. Ophelia is happy to be useful, but they do it out of a sense of camaraderie, not because they feel they need something to fill their days. There is so much of the world they never got to see or experience, they have plenty to wander around and wonder at on the daily.
"We're already better naturally," they assert, though the basis for that claim is deeply unclear. "Once we make all the creepy animals leave, people will want to come anyway because it'll be safer." That's a huge draw in Ophelia's mind, and with that they dump another handful of rocks into their sack.
it's peaceful in the deep, either way you cannot breathe
no need to pray - no need to speak
no need to pray - no need to speak
