Ophelia
youngsters should plan ahead
Ophelia tilts their head down toward their stomach as if interrogating it with their stare before primly reporting, "Both. Mostly blood." They haven't had much in recent weeks, and it is beginning to grate. Their hunt with Edmund had only ended in speaking squirrels, and various animals are no longer sating the deeper, lingering craving - merely holding it off a few days at a time.
Ophelia watches Danta out of the side of their eye, wrinkling their nose in clear mirroring of the expression he makes and categorizing it alongside the information - spiders gross. Tilting their head toward one of the small eateries on the strip where a few tables sit empty outside, Ophelia's tail flicks like an irritated cat. "The patio is empty, but looks like there's people inside. Maybe a good place to start?" Phi can't spot any webs from this far, but if there is any sort of infestation, clientele likely wouldn't want to be seated among the infected spiders no matter how beautiful the weather.
Ophelia watches Danta out of the side of their eye, wrinkling their nose in clear mirroring of the expression he makes and categorizing it alongside the information - spiders gross. Tilting their head toward one of the small eateries on the strip where a few tables sit empty outside, Ophelia's tail flicks like an irritated cat. "The patio is empty, but looks like there's people inside. Maybe a good place to start?" Phi can't spot any webs from this far, but if there is any sort of infestation, clientele likely wouldn't want to be seated among the infected spiders no matter how beautiful the weather.
otherwise they're good as dead
