Ophelia
Eyes like oil slick stare back at Ophelia, and the creature preens beneath the compliment. The phantom watches in abject awe as the metallic feathers shift and flex in the same way a real bird might, the motions smooth and nearly soundless. Not nearly so is the voice in their head, which startles Phi uncharacteristically, blinking quickly and jumping in their skin. Delight follows soon after they collect themself however, and their fanged smile beams with recognition.
“Sister!” They take the chance to dance closer, fearless now, and reach a hand to let their sensors translate the material and sensation of one of Wessex’s feathers. “She has indeed. You are extraordinary, Wessex; it is well-deserved.” Though soon their eyes turn to the tree - the elephant in the room so to speak. Phi’s hand falls away and their head tilts curiously. “Is this some instinct of yours, like the Attuned feel? Or are you conducting an experiment?” Perhaps gauging how much weight she could heft when flying?
“Sister!” They take the chance to dance closer, fearless now, and reach a hand to let their sensors translate the material and sensation of one of Wessex’s feathers. “She has indeed. You are extraordinary, Wessex; it is well-deserved.” Though soon their eyes turn to the tree - the elephant in the room so to speak. Phi’s hand falls away and their head tilts curiously. “Is this some instinct of yours, like the Attuned feel? Or are you conducting an experiment?” Perhaps gauging how much weight she could heft when flying?
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
