Ophelia had not responded to Darkeye's letter when it had come, too conflicted on their own opinions and stance on returning to the Grounds. After its destruction and the death of their Goddess, their home, their family, Ophelia had nothing left to return to in the Grounds. Why would they start now? Still, even if they do not believe they will return, much less stay, when the call for help comes - Ophelia goes. All but Darkeye himself are unfamiliar to them, but that is of no consequence to Ophelia. Beautiful opalescent ivory horns protrude from their brow, and a similar tail sways loosely behind them as they approach the small group forming. Tilting their head towards Darkeye with a vacant, absent smile, they clasp their hands loosely in front of their stomach. "Hello, everyone," they say in their soft, dreamlike voice, awaiting directions. |
I don't feel no remorse, and you can't see past my blinders
