Ophelia
Gardening is definitely in Ophelia's wheelhouse, though they are not in the area by virtue of having being asked, nor really with any task in mind at all. The collision of dirt upon their fine pale crown is enough to alert them to a disturbance above however, and they look overhead with a curious, owlish blink to see a behemoth of a creature carrying - are those trees?
Intrigued and fearless in the domain of the Grounds, the creature jogs after the flighted monstrosity, fawnlike as they chase this newfound prey. The shudder of a tree being dropped to the earth vibrates up their legs, pinging their sensors and inspiring a short surprised laugh. Seeing it soon after does nothing to dim their amusement. "What are you, beautiful?" they croon as they approach, no need for breathlessness even after their pursuit. "Are you nesting?" Did metallic creations need to nest?
Intrigued and fearless in the domain of the Grounds, the creature jogs after the flighted monstrosity, fawnlike as they chase this newfound prey. The shudder of a tree being dropped to the earth vibrates up their legs, pinging their sensors and inspiring a short surprised laugh. Seeing it soon after does nothing to dim their amusement. "What are you, beautiful?" they croon as they approach, no need for breathlessness even after their pursuit. "Are you nesting?" Did metallic creations need to nest?
Feel the storm every night, hope it passes by
Hallucinate a shady grove where Judas went to die
Hallucinate a shady grove where Judas went to die
