Ophelia
Ophelia had initially retreated to the Outer Brambles for game - as it was always plentiful in the heavily wooded islands - but the neverending deluge of rain has yet again made a mockery of any sort of plans. Not only is it cold and distracting as an Ancient, but the constant downpour has a negative impact on hunting, as it has completely altered the normal cycles of the prey in the overgrowth.
Having grown slightly distempered from bloodlust, Ophelia distracts themself in the next best way - being childish.
Muck and mess were bosom buddies growing up on a farm, but they were simultaneously things to avoid at all costs given the expenses of new clothes and boots. Now, there is nothing to stop Ophelia from dirtying up their skin and attire - and so it is that they go stomping and running through the growing puddles along the shoreline, shrieking and laughing to themself as they plunge into the next pool of mud. Happy to chase away their irritation with simple fun, even if it is a little strange for someone their age to be partaking in.
Having grown slightly distempered from bloodlust, Ophelia distracts themself in the next best way - being childish.
Muck and mess were bosom buddies growing up on a farm, but they were simultaneously things to avoid at all costs given the expenses of new clothes and boots. Now, there is nothing to stop Ophelia from dirtying up their skin and attire - and so it is that they go stomping and running through the growing puddles along the shoreline, shrieking and laughing to themself as they plunge into the next pool of mud. Happy to chase away their irritation with simple fun, even if it is a little strange for someone their age to be partaking in.
For Justice knows the balance and your case cannot be won
By pressing down the scales with your own thumb
By pressing down the scales with your own thumb
