Ophelia
Maea seems to convalesce into her own mind for a bit, and Ophelia - whether they are patient or simply have too short of an attention span to wait - leaves her to it, scuttling around to collect rocks with seemingly random criteria. Maea holds out a beautiful one their way, and Ophelia plucks it from her hand with a croon of delight, ensuring that it goes into their pocket instead of their sack.
Dantalion equally moves easily around the ghost's helterskelter shuffling, and Ophelia is doubly rewarded with the bit of crab he holds out. They beam like a spoiled younger sibling as they bump their forehead against Danta's shoulder in silent appreciation, popping the meat into their mouth. Though as they lift their head, the Maverick will be the first person privy to their wrinkled brow and disgruntled expression before they turn over their shoulder toward Maea.
"I think working yourself to the bone for random people seems like more of a waste," they point out innocently, incapable of filtering such thoughts. "I don't think Danta's letters are very meaningful," they tease, grinning sharply at Danta and flicking their tail playfully his way before skipping further down the beach, voice floating backward. "You could market us maybe! Visit all the regions and talk about how great we are." Maea seems rather wordy in a way Ophelia envies, newly literate as they are. Perhaps marketing is more her calling?
Dantalion equally moves easily around the ghost's helterskelter shuffling, and Ophelia is doubly rewarded with the bit of crab he holds out. They beam like a spoiled younger sibling as they bump their forehead against Danta's shoulder in silent appreciation, popping the meat into their mouth. Though as they lift their head, the Maverick will be the first person privy to their wrinkled brow and disgruntled expression before they turn over their shoulder toward Maea.
"I think working yourself to the bone for random people seems like more of a waste," they point out innocently, incapable of filtering such thoughts. "I don't think Danta's letters are very meaningful," they tease, grinning sharply at Danta and flicking their tail playfully his way before skipping further down the beach, voice floating backward. "You could market us maybe! Visit all the regions and talk about how great we are." Maea seems rather wordy in a way Ophelia envies, newly literate as they are. Perhaps marketing is more her calling?
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
