Ophelia
Sailors seem the best source of information, and Ophelia nods gravely, as if they are discussing quite the serious matter. “I think I will do that. I have never even seen a real boat before.” Unless the little dingy style boats on the Oasis count, which Ophelia - having unfortunately seen them - definitely wouldn’t.
The unmoving bodies keep their attention a little too long when they appear - any words they may have for Ronin about Torchline or sunrises are swallowed back at the sudden urgency he displays. Nodding serenely, Ophelia lifts a hand in parting. “Of course. Be safe, please.” Whatever had killed the creatures may still yet be wandering.
Only when he is gone does Ophelia tilt their pale head. Observing. Considering. Moving closer, so they might investigate the ramphires up close.
Curiouser and curiouser…
- Fin
The unmoving bodies keep their attention a little too long when they appear - any words they may have for Ronin about Torchline or sunrises are swallowed back at the sudden urgency he displays. Nodding serenely, Ophelia lifts a hand in parting. “Of course. Be safe, please.” Whatever had killed the creatures may still yet be wandering.
Only when he is gone does Ophelia tilt their pale head. Observing. Considering. Moving closer, so they might investigate the ramphires up close.
Curiouser and curiouser…
- Fin
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?
