Ophelia
Ophelia’s expression is a blessing in this case, eternally dreamlike and far away as it is it conceals the desire to frown in distaste at the mention of Safrin. Being covert in other lands is unfortunately necessary for Ascended.
At least the man is pleasant, and informative at that. Scholarly types seem to flock to Ophelia, they think to themself with no small degree of amusement. “If they cannot see in the dark to see the cliffs, how do they know how far away to navigate?” they inquire, tilting their head at the swiveling path of light overhead, freshly awed. Turning and noticing the outstretched hand, Ophelia smiles warmly - closed-lipped of course - and takes the man’s hand, their own smooth and cold as they shake it firmly. “Ophelia. Yes, this is my first visit; I’ve only ever seen the ocean once before. Are you familiar with living on the coast?”
At least the man is pleasant, and informative at that. Scholarly types seem to flock to Ophelia, they think to themself with no small degree of amusement. “If they cannot see in the dark to see the cliffs, how do they know how far away to navigate?” they inquire, tilting their head at the swiveling path of light overhead, freshly awed. Turning and noticing the outstretched hand, Ophelia smiles warmly - closed-lipped of course - and takes the man’s hand, their own smooth and cold as they shake it firmly. “Ophelia. Yes, this is my first visit; I’ve only ever seen the ocean once before. Are you familiar with living on the coast?”
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?
