Ophelia
The intrigue is in the possibilities, and Ophelia is both biddable and curious to a fault. Whatever they may find can’t harm them - or at least not Wessex, in Ophelia’s eyes - so why not poke the hornet’s nest?
They’re like two sides of the same, fanged coin as they grin at one another. Ophelia makes a noise of wonder as the Wraith’s wings unfurl where once there’d only been empty air, and though they long to investigate the appendages, the demigod’s voice holds more command over their attention. For now.
“Fly of course!” they chirp airily, and step into Wessex’s hold easily. The sudden rush of air against their face and through their hair makes them laugh, childlike and wondrous, and though they have no organs to feel it they still swear their stomach swoops. Finding their footing as quickly as they can once they’ve entered the boughs, Ophelia clings to one with a single hand and leans over to peer at the…shrine?
A scowl plays on the young Ascended’s face. “What a terrible place for a shrine. At least ours aren’t ridiculously placed.” Impossible to reach for a non-Ascended perhaps, but not ridiculous.
They’re like two sides of the same, fanged coin as they grin at one another. Ophelia makes a noise of wonder as the Wraith’s wings unfurl where once there’d only been empty air, and though they long to investigate the appendages, the demigod’s voice holds more command over their attention. For now.
“Fly of course!” they chirp airily, and step into Wessex’s hold easily. The sudden rush of air against their face and through their hair makes them laugh, childlike and wondrous, and though they have no organs to feel it they still swear their stomach swoops. Finding their footing as quickly as they can once they’ve entered the boughs, Ophelia clings to one with a single hand and leans over to peer at the…shrine?
A scowl plays on the young Ascended’s face. “What a terrible place for a shrine. At least ours aren’t ridiculously placed.” Impossible to reach for a non-Ascended perhaps, but not ridiculous.
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
