Ophelia
Ophelia listens keenly, the lack of need for blinking well-utilized in a creature like them, absorbing every bit of information Wessex deems to share. Eagerness shines in pale blue eyes at the examples given as they envision each one in their mind. "I would like to fell those who seek to harm us," they say in their dreamlike way, completely unbothered by the prospect of violence and murders. "But I am still young, so perhaps the whip would be best, so I may assist or team up with our siblings who are more offensively designed." They are happy to be molded into the shape their family needs, filling holes as they are found.
"Yes, I would like to use both someday, but for now - the whip." Having chosen, they hand over the scythe with an admittedly longing look, and only then do they flick out the whip's length to an arrangement they are content with. Awaiting instruction eagerly.
"Yes, I would like to use both someday, but for now - the whip." Having chosen, they hand over the scythe with an admittedly longing look, and only then do they flick out the whip's length to an arrangement they are content with. Awaiting instruction eagerly.
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?
