Ophelia
It seems Maea hadn't been told of their mission - though she is shortly - and Ophelia shoots Danta a bright grin as he hands over a sack, glad to be in on the joke so to speak. "Are we supposed to have jobs? I quite like making Danta do it all," Ophelia teases, and though their dreamlike tone often masks their sarcasm the wink they give the Maverick cuts right through that. What's the point of a theocrat if the citizens have to get their hands dirty?
Taking the wine as it's left behind, the ghost consumes it plentifully (and then wrinkles their nose at the taste, because it never gets any better) before popping the cork back in and holding it out toward Maea. "So they don't need to be special rocks, right?" Last time, Ophelia had helped Danta collect precious stones, but the Black Lake isn't exactly known for those. Phi can wipe the dirt off the rocks they collect, but you can't polish a skipping stone into a diamond. With bag in hand they hop off the outcrop and follow in Danta's wake, picking over available rocks with the spadelike tip of their tail.
Taking the wine as it's left behind, the ghost consumes it plentifully (and then wrinkles their nose at the taste, because it never gets any better) before popping the cork back in and holding it out toward Maea. "So they don't need to be special rocks, right?" Last time, Ophelia had helped Danta collect precious stones, but the Black Lake isn't exactly known for those. Phi can wipe the dirt off the rocks they collect, but you can't polish a skipping stone into a diamond. With bag in hand they hop off the outcrop and follow in Danta's wake, picking over available rocks with the spadelike tip of their tail.
it's peaceful in the deep, either way you cannot breathe
no need to pray - no need to speak
no need to pray - no need to speak
