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Ophelia liked Rishima very much. The older mare had made her troubles feel normal and she did not hold so much guilt over the fact that sometimes, she wished that her sister needed her like she used to. And in doing so, Ophelia was able to let go. The crimson and white mare wanted to tell Rishima how much those words meant to her, but fighting for the Qian may say that for her. However, after her encounter with Mauja the second time, Ophelia was not sure that fighting against a group who had not acted against anyone was at all fair.
She was no follower of the moon. The Sun was her god. To the Qian, Ophelia held no ties, but to Rishima, she considered the mare to be a friend. Mauja was also a friend. As she pondered this conundrum, the mare wandered through the sand, cloven hooves making deer prints in the golden earth. The subtle, lighter colors reminded her of the undercoat of Osiris; it was light and tan, just like the sand.
Ophelia cursed mentally, telling herself to stop bringing up such nonsense. She was not good enough for him, and she was not good enough for the Sun God. She was strange, damaged in the head, weird. Perhaps that is why Mauja had a change of heart, because he too was insane. The thought left her heart deep at her knees until her eyes caught a shadow of another.
Two colored eyes lifted to see a mare she had only seen from afar, but she knew that she had been in Isilme before. Something to do with the Tides, she thought. Ophelia thought that she looked just as troubled as herself, and the mare frowned, walking up to stand at her side. "I am not prepared to fight," she murmured softly.
[OOC: (307 words) Dont forget to give a location in your post! :D I'll start teaching once the fighting threads start. You can assume in your next post if you want that Ophelia will agree to spar]
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Suddenly Strangers [Ophelia]
