Ophelia
It's not a dissimilar question from the one Sam asked. "No, only once - to King's End, where I danced with Sam at a carnival." It had been a beautiful afternoon, and the lovely bookkeeper had been far too kind in his offer to escort Ophelia if they desired to explore elsewhere - and she says as such. "He offered to escort me to any places I desired to see. He warned me to try to keep close to home for now, considering how young I am." There is not a trace of disgruntled tone in their voice. In fact there is only appreciation and affection for Sam's worry over them. It is precisely the behavior they'd read about in battered books describing family bonds, the ones they'd yearned for most their life.
They watch with interest as Wessex goes about scoring the earth with ease, though they are quick to the mark when it becomes time for them to help. "A little more to your left, and tilt your head back a bit," they instruct, keen eyes watching the roots as they go in at the appropriate angle. Moving forward to shovel dirt in with hands and feet, careless of the stains it leaves on their clothes and skin, to cover the roots enough to get it to stand freely.
They watch with interest as Wessex goes about scoring the earth with ease, though they are quick to the mark when it becomes time for them to help. "A little more to your left, and tilt your head back a bit," they instruct, keen eyes watching the roots as they go in at the appropriate angle. Moving forward to shovel dirt in with hands and feet, careless of the stains it leaves on their clothes and skin, to cover the roots enough to get it to stand freely.
Feel the storm every night, hope it passes by
Hallucinate a shady grove where Judas went to die
Hallucinate a shady grove where Judas went to die
