Falke
He can hear Ophelia, but not see her. Another voice cuts in, feminine and kind (in the way that you can simply hear in a person’s voice) and vaguely familiar, so Falke isn’t alarmed. He does however, speed up a bit and following a path to the best of his ability, making a educated guess as to where a door might be… ah, there is one, and it’s ajar, too.
While Falke is looking for a way in, Fee has climbed down now that she has Lena’s attention. Slowly at first, and then perhaps too quickly, tries to scramble up Lena to perch on a shoulder, and if allowed, begin to paw through her hair.
“Ophelia,” Falke admonishes when he sees her - wherever she is in her antics - with a tone that says we’ve talked about this and no climbing without consent. But that’s not where his attention remains, (how could it?), as a woman is there with a hare in her arms. “Lena, right?” he asks with a slow smile, remembering her face from the last meeting. Seraphina’s sister, and yes, he can see the resemblance.
While Falke is looking for a way in, Fee has climbed down now that she has Lena’s attention. Slowly at first, and then perhaps too quickly, tries to scramble up Lena to perch on a shoulder, and if allowed, begin to paw through her hair.
“Ophelia,” Falke admonishes when he sees her - wherever she is in her antics - with a tone that says we’ve talked about this and no climbing without consent. But that’s not where his attention remains, (how could it?), as a woman is there with a hare in her arms. “Lena, right?” he asks with a slow smile, remembering her face from the last meeting. Seraphina’s sister, and yes, he can see the resemblance.
it's the best I can do
easy on my tethered soul, giving you all I got
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