Ophelia
You'll scream out for your father
Longheat ensures Ophelia is at their most comfortable being home in the Grounds. Winter often finds them slinking away to the Climb for a reprieve, but these days it's easier now that they can keep the fire roaring in their hearth at home. The Grounds are quiet, yes, and lonely. But given Ophelia had been sheltered and restricted to their family farm their entire life, it is not an existence unfamiliar to them. It also means they are quite adept at finding entertainment on their own.
Today, that means lounging around the Black Lake in their Lial form. Their rocklike hide absorbs what little heat that lingers around the dark, inky expanse of the lake given how the earth swallows up the summer rays above ground. They lounge in the shallows, shrouded only by shadow instead of water, the cracks of their stony scales showing vibrant red lava-veins beneath that make it easier to perceive them in all this darkness.
Half-snoring as they doze, Ophelia only blinks awake when a particularly stupid lizard comes near their snout, the movement-driven brain of their animal form alerting them to lunch. Lunging for it the moment it pauses, they snap it up in sharp teeth and swallow it nearly whole, the cacophany of disrupted water and the sound of rockfall as they move echoing in the cavern.
Today, that means lounging around the Black Lake in their Lial form. Their rocklike hide absorbs what little heat that lingers around the dark, inky expanse of the lake given how the earth swallows up the summer rays above ground. They lounge in the shallows, shrouded only by shadow instead of water, the cracks of their stony scales showing vibrant red lava-veins beneath that make it easier to perceive them in all this darkness.
Half-snoring as they doze, Ophelia only blinks awake when a particularly stupid lizard comes near their snout, the movement-driven brain of their animal form alerting them to lunch. Lunging for it the moment it pauses, they snap it up in sharp teeth and swallow it nearly whole, the cacophany of disrupted water and the sound of rockfall as they move echoing in the cavern.
And in darkness, I pray you never find him again
