Ophelia
There's no future left for you and me
I was holding and I was searching endlessly
Straw clings to their hair and clothes, staticky and persistent, but the task is complete and Ophelia can’t be bothered by such minor nuisances in the face of that. Admittedly their stamina is beginning to wane, which is by far the hardest part for Ophelia to adjust to after becoming Ancient - and when surrounded by far more able-bodied individuals, they can only purse their lips in quiet concern that they will soon become a burden to their group. I was holding and I was searching endlessly
Nevertheless, Ophelia persists and instead chooses to take on a task that doesn't require as much heavy lifting or pulling. They hum vaguely under their breath as they sort and tuck supplies neatly against each other to keep them secure in their confines, never too tired to stop letting their mind drift. It certainly makes the task go by a little faster too.
- - -
Phi sorts and neatly packs supplies!
But now there's nothing left that I can do
So don't be blue
So don't be blue
