Ophelia
You'll scream out for your father
Opposite what they are used to, someone else approaches them first before they have a chance to enter the fray. A very pretty woman, but with a rather hesitant demeanor. Ophelia smiles brightly as she edges closer, hoping to meet her halfway socially.
"Hello. Yes, Dantalion -" here she points out the man with the crystal horns, surrounded by a small flock of other Ancients and less familiar faces, "- is hosting this event in honor of Mother Dygra and to introduce us Ancients more effectively to the masses. The season is quite fitting for us with our preference for heat." Folding their hands around the bottle they hold, Ophelia gives a kind smile to Lena. "My name is Ophelia. It's nice to meet you," they chirp in their dreamlike tone, separating one hand from the bottle to offer to the woman.
"Hello. Yes, Dantalion -" here she points out the man with the crystal horns, surrounded by a small flock of other Ancients and less familiar faces, "- is hosting this event in honor of Mother Dygra and to introduce us Ancients more effectively to the masses. The season is quite fitting for us with our preference for heat." Folding their hands around the bottle they hold, Ophelia gives a kind smile to Lena. "My name is Ophelia. It's nice to meet you," they chirp in their dreamlike tone, separating one hand from the bottle to offer to the woman.
And in darkness, I pray you never find him again
