Ophelia
Winter is inarguably the best season to be an Ascended. The sunlight is muted by thick cloud cover, and hangs in the sky for fewer hours. The cold can’t be felt even when the snow piles up against dilapidated buildings and pockmarked stone streets. It’s ironic then that Ophelia chooses now to investigate the Underground’s cavernous depths when it would be a more suitable adventure for a day when they need to hide out from the sun. But the days are long and boring, and their life is otherwise empty - a depressing thought on the surface, but with the entire world at their fingertips after a lifetime of relative confinement and oppression, Ophelia finds the idea of such freedom exhilarating.
They haven’t made it very far into the tunnels, armed with a torch and little else aside from basic defensive weapons. And, childlike in their inexperience in the world, they pause in the opening and lift a hand beside their mouth. “Echo!” they call, and their face brightens as it echoes down the tunnel back at them, heralding the giggles back that follow summarily as well.
They haven’t made it very far into the tunnels, armed with a torch and little else aside from basic defensive weapons. And, childlike in their inexperience in the world, they pause in the opening and lift a hand beside their mouth. “Echo!” they call, and their face brightens as it echoes down the tunnel back at them, heralding the giggles back that follow summarily as well.
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
