Ophelia
I'll be yours until the sun no longer shines
Until the poets run out of rhyme
Ophelia would marvel at the amount of Ancients cavorting about in the snow, but they're too busy sprinting around cackling madly, disrupting luxere tracks and concealing random presents in sprays of snow as they snag at wrapping that calls to them particularly. More enchanted by the exteriors than whatever may lurk within, Ophelia loads them into their own arms, tail whipping about excitedly like a dog and fanged smile utterly manic. Until the poets run out of rhyme
What will they do with the gifts? Certainly not return them. Ophelia has little need for material items either, but the idea of ripping them open is the enticing part, and they can't wait to do it. So long as they don't turn to stone first. But that's why they're sprinting, right? Right.
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Phi runs around like a hellion and picks up random presents in their arms to keep.
Citizenship Ability:
The world is new to you, and you to it. During PQ/PQ+/KQs/Drops, you roll with advantage on luck-based rolls and receive an extra name during drops. (In order to use this, make sure to note the ability at the bottom of each post)
Until the mountains crumble into the sea
In other words, until eternity
In other words, until eternity
