Ophelia
Ophelia admittedly tunes out as they discuss work-things. Nobody can call Phi a slacker given the unnerving frequency of their involvement in regional efforts, but that doesn’t mean Ophelia particularly cares about careers or governments and the like. Noah’s name - or Danta’s butchering of it - is a passing curiosity at best, but even that does not hold their attention for long.
“One of us should get a cool companion who can run in and retrieve stone-Ancients,” they wax nonsensically, thoughts spilling out without any extra consideration. “Or maybe we can have Dygra teleport any stone Ancients to one location when it happens. Like a big, awkward sculpture garden.” They snicker at the mental image, shoving more rocks into their bag. Straightening up, they stretch their back leisurely after being stooped over for so long, finding the sensation novel even after years of getting nerve endings back. “Or just don’t go. Easy peasy.” Ophelia has no desire to see the frozen wasteland that is Halo. Pain and discomfort had been so prevalent in their youth that seeking it out intentionally now seems ridiculous.
Turning to Maea, they smile easily and tap their tail against the new ambassador’s shin. “Just be careful!” Regardless of where the woman’s heart takes her in the near future.
“One of us should get a cool companion who can run in and retrieve stone-Ancients,” they wax nonsensically, thoughts spilling out without any extra consideration. “Or maybe we can have Dygra teleport any stone Ancients to one location when it happens. Like a big, awkward sculpture garden.” They snicker at the mental image, shoving more rocks into their bag. Straightening up, they stretch their back leisurely after being stooped over for so long, finding the sensation novel even after years of getting nerve endings back. “Or just don’t go. Easy peasy.” Ophelia has no desire to see the frozen wasteland that is Halo. Pain and discomfort had been so prevalent in their youth that seeking it out intentionally now seems ridiculous.
Turning to Maea, they smile easily and tap their tail against the new ambassador’s shin. “Just be careful!” Regardless of where the woman’s heart takes her in the near future.
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
