Ophelia
A knife? Ophelia's expression is plainly intrigued, though it turns more contemplative moments later, a hint of a frown on their childlike face. "No, I have not seen her in some time." Perhaps that was normal for their sister? Phi is unfortunately still learning their family members, and can offer no further insight on the matter.
Ophelia wanders towards the weapon rack, a burble of awed noise in their throat as they peruse the available instruments. Dainty fingers dance over each, listening as Wessex lists them freely. Boldly pulling some out to test them before humming and returning them. Methodically testing the weight and balance of each as they once had for scythes and hoes. "The whip is familiar, and enjoyable," they muse aloud, trailing the tip along the ground before expertly giving it a crack. "I moved cattle with it as we had no dogs. Though how it can be weaponized is a mystery." And one they'd love to solve. But that leaves the weapon in their other hand, just as familiar. A tall, imposing scythe. Turning to Wessex, they present both like an eager pupil. "Can you teach me both?"
Ophelia wanders towards the weapon rack, a burble of awed noise in their throat as they peruse the available instruments. Dainty fingers dance over each, listening as Wessex lists them freely. Boldly pulling some out to test them before humming and returning them. Methodically testing the weight and balance of each as they once had for scythes and hoes. "The whip is familiar, and enjoyable," they muse aloud, trailing the tip along the ground before expertly giving it a crack. "I moved cattle with it as we had no dogs. Though how it can be weaponized is a mystery." And one they'd love to solve. But that leaves the weapon in their other hand, just as familiar. A tall, imposing scythe. Turning to Wessex, they present both like an eager pupil. "Can you teach me both?"
With your naive heart you praise God above
But how's it working for you honey? Do you feel loved?
But how's it working for you honey? Do you feel loved?
