Ophelia
Blood still stains the bottom of their dressing gown, tainting the simple woven threads from white to blackened ruby. Though their horse is no shining pearl, it carries them loyally through the Sanctuary, plodding along the debris-strewn streets as if the young creature’s weight is meaningless atop its spine. It very well could be with how petite they are. A product of starvation and deficiency in every way. Ghostlike and luminescent beneath the waning moon.
Pale eyes like shards of winter glass cut across the Sanctuary, watching silently for any signs of life. The timing could not be more perfect. They seek those who dwell away from the sun. It is merely a small blessing that their father deigned to end his life in the weaning hours before twilight. The last gift he could give his sole surviving heir. If only he knew their lineage would die before the night was out.
Pulling gently on the reins to stop their steed, Ophelia turns their head toward movement between the buildings. Here there are more candles in windows, ruins fixed up into proper dwellings - or what passes for proper in the Grounds. “I seek an Ascended,” they call quietly into the night, as they have a few points along this path. Any non-Ascended have merely continued on or sent them further into town, but it does not dissuade Ophelia. They will find what they seek no matter how long it takes.
Pale eyes like shards of winter glass cut across the Sanctuary, watching silently for any signs of life. The timing could not be more perfect. They seek those who dwell away from the sun. It is merely a small blessing that their father deigned to end his life in the weaning hours before twilight. The last gift he could give his sole surviving heir. If only he knew their lineage would die before the night was out.
Pulling gently on the reins to stop their steed, Ophelia turns their head toward movement between the buildings. Here there are more candles in windows, ruins fixed up into proper dwellings - or what passes for proper in the Grounds. “I seek an Ascended,” they call quietly into the night, as they have a few points along this path. Any non-Ascended have merely continued on or sent them further into town, but it does not dissuade Ophelia. They will find what they seek no matter how long it takes.
With your naive heart you praise God above
But how's it working for you honey? Do you feel loved?
But how's it working for you honey? Do you feel loved?
