Ophelia
Sunjata’s draconic form is a sight to behold, and Ophelia does so plainly while he works at moving the earth. Wondering anew at the gifts of the Gods and their chosen, and distantly ruminating on the unfairness of it all, aware of just how useful any shift could have been on the farm in their youth. But there is more to focus on than old grudges, and the hours tick by with the other workers as they frame and establish the base of the house.
The roof is next, and Ophelia clambers up fearlessly, recalling a youth spent patching holes and leaks in a sad attempt to sleep dry that night. Their skills are barely better now, but the materials they have to work with more than make up for it, not to mention the excess of others hands.
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Ophelia works on the roof with the other NPC workers.
The roof is next, and Ophelia clambers up fearlessly, recalling a youth spent patching holes and leaks in a sad attempt to sleep dry that night. Their skills are barely better now, but the materials they have to work with more than make up for it, not to mention the excess of others hands.
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Ophelia works on the roof with the other NPC workers.
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
