Ophelia
Ophelia is not graceful either, at least not in the dancing sense. While they move like a ghost and seem otherwise unimpeded by gravity, they’d never had reason to dance as a child. Energy was best spent targeted at the farm tasks that had no end in sight. Watching something like this was just as novel to Phi, and they stand in the crowd clapping along to the beat, joyous expression on their childlike face.
They certainly aren’t expecting the event to turn into a bystander-inclusive one, but Ophelia has embraced the opportunities and changes Ascension has brought them with open arms. This is no different.
Partners rush to join or find one another, and Ophelia spots Samuel wavering near the sidelines. Flouncing over in a rush of skirts that Wessex had gifted them, they boldly reach for Sam’s hands, pleasure at seeing him again written all over their face. They owe him just as fully as they owe the Voice for their Ascension after all. “Sam! Dance with me!” Pulling at his hands they twirl him out and away from the sidelines like an oversized game of Ring Around the Rosie.
They certainly aren’t expecting the event to turn into a bystander-inclusive one, but Ophelia has embraced the opportunities and changes Ascension has brought them with open arms. This is no different.
Partners rush to join or find one another, and Ophelia spots Samuel wavering near the sidelines. Flouncing over in a rush of skirts that Wessex had gifted them, they boldly reach for Sam’s hands, pleasure at seeing him again written all over their face. They owe him just as fully as they owe the Voice for their Ascension after all. “Sam! Dance with me!” Pulling at his hands they twirl him out and away from the sidelines like an oversized game of Ring Around the Rosie.
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
