Ophelia
You'll scream out for your father
They had been rather perplexed by a rock being delivered in lieu of a message, but with little else to do these days, Ophelia had decided to investigate the get-together Danta was putting on. They arrive early in a flowy, long dove grey dress and make sure to wave at the host as they enter. Glancing around at the interspersed early stragglers in attendance to determine any familiar faces (and failing), they silently whisk away to the food and drink. While they hadn't been Ascended for long, the lack of need to eat paired with a childhood of poverty ensures Ophelia will never turn down such delicacies as free food.
They don't interact with anyone, merely standing on the outskirts of the bonfire to soak in the radiant heat while observing the way everyone else mingles with unblinking, ice-blue eyes. A perfect party in their opinion. They wouldn't mind some socialization, but everyone seems neatly paired up for the moment, and they are slowly learning what is and is not okay in terms of acceptable intrusions on their behalf.
They don't interact with anyone, merely standing on the outskirts of the bonfire to soak in the radiant heat while observing the way everyone else mingles with unblinking, ice-blue eyes. A perfect party in their opinion. They wouldn't mind some socialization, but everyone seems neatly paired up for the moment, and they are slowly learning what is and is not okay in terms of acceptable intrusions on their behalf.
And in darkness, I pray you never find him again
