Ophelia
Ophelia does not often visit Torchline, given its connection to Safrin, but as they gaze at the towering building on the side of the cliff they wonder if perhaps they should remedy that. Architecture is hardly a priority in the Grounds; the closest they have to such a slim yet imposing structure is the Spire.
Quiet footsteps bring them closer, examining the building with face tilted to the flirtatious stars above. Distracted enough by the light overhead to not notice their company until they’ve nearly made it to the base. Blinking in surprise is a learned habit, but unnecessary, and they smile dreamily as their path shifts to wander closer to the man setting up little lights. “Do you know what this building does?” Their far away voice appears with no proper greeting or manners, but their countenance is entirely benevolent.
Quiet footsteps bring them closer, examining the building with face tilted to the flirtatious stars above. Distracted enough by the light overhead to not notice their company until they’ve nearly made it to the base. Blinking in surprise is a learned habit, but unnecessary, and they smile dreamily as their path shifts to wander closer to the man setting up little lights. “Do you know what this building does?” Their far away voice appears with no proper greeting or manners, but their countenance is entirely benevolent.
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?
