Ophelia
It seems Ophelia goes wherever Darkeye does these days. They don’t mind; they are an amiable person, and equally incapable of noticing even if it did bother the man. Instead they merely aim their normal, dreamlike smile at him as they arrive, heading straight for the host instead of diverting to create small talk. There is much to do after all, and though they’ve heard of what Sunjata seeks to create, they have not had the pleasure of meeting him firsthand.
Not the type to believe in personal boundaries (a problem they’ve only discovered after Ascending, and which none of their fanged siblings have ever been bothered by) Ophelia reaches both hands to clasp one of Sunjata’s as they smile up at him. “Hello, Sunjata. It is a pleasure to meet you at last. My name is Ophelia.” Both hands shake his eagerly - too many times - as they speak before finally releasing. “What will we be working on today?” The fire and tea are both dangerous and meaningless, so he holds the entirety of their attention for the moment.
Not the type to believe in personal boundaries (a problem they’ve only discovered after Ascending, and which none of their fanged siblings have ever been bothered by) Ophelia reaches both hands to clasp one of Sunjata’s as they smile up at him. “Hello, Sunjata. It is a pleasure to meet you at last. My name is Ophelia.” Both hands shake his eagerly - too many times - as they speak before finally releasing. “What will we be working on today?” The fire and tea are both dangerous and meaningless, so he holds the entirety of their attention for the moment.
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
