Ophelia
Ophelia obligingly wanders closer as he closes the binding slightly, allowing them to read it. The second word is still too complex for them, but he is quick to explain within moments, and a pleased small smile pulls at their lips. "I've never read poetry," they admit brightly, voice ever-soft like a priestess' whisper, unafraid to face their failings. "Strange how language has changed over time. Humans are so weak, and yet endeavor on. Curious." Noting it lightly, as if it's not close to a prejudiced statement, but they'd seen the slight points in Nikolai's mouth as he spoke and wasn't truly afraid of him disagreeing.
Glancing down at the notebook as if they'd forgotten it, Ophelia smiles serenely. "Yes, I hope so. I am still learning to read and write, but I am hoping to spread positive word of The Voice to counter the negativity I have already encountered."
Glancing down at the notebook as if they'd forgotten it, Ophelia smiles serenely. "Yes, I hope so. I am still learning to read and write, but I am hoping to spread positive word of The Voice to counter the negativity I have already encountered."
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
