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01-23-2015, 01:46 PM
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Ophelia the Forsaken
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Ophelia had been doing her best to gather evidence as Gaucho had said. The pale princess knew that this was her only way, and the sweet, gentle words of the Sun God had given her confidence. She had remained on the sky island for the most part, knowing that her patron god could take from her mind, could trust her memories. He knew her every most intimate thought and was not scared, was not offended, nor hurt. With the god, she felt light, unburdened by the pains of her reality. With Torleik, she felt alive, real. The gritty day-to-day was spiced up with the tempestuous stallion. He was reactive, powerful, and his love was a mystery. Everything about him was like a magnet she was bowed to, drawn to the strength of his power and energy that rolled from him in great tidal waves. In a way, she was lost in the ebb of his ocean, but she was content to float for now. To learn, really. She had never had to navigate such stormy seas of love before. But the scene that unfolded before her told of the tragedies of love. Circe. Her friend. She still remembered walking to the World's Edge with the mare who had called her Foothills home, and she wondered how many more of her friends she would lose. Ophelia saw Archibald, surrounded by family and a babe, and she dared not venture too close. What could she say? The beauty and darkness of this moment was overwhelming, and she could see enough. A snakebite? Why did Gaucho keep popping up? Ophelia felt her body tense, and she saw Ampere and the others speaking, the black and blue mare offering milk. Oh? Pregnant? Interesting. Were these Gaucho's children, she wondered? The pale princess felt out of place in this moment, but she stepped forward regardless, knowing that to be seen and say nothing would be rude, especially to those she considered close. A heartfelt heartbreak showed on her open features as she regarded Archibald, voice catching in her throat. "I am sorry for your loss," she said apologetically, knowing that this was her loss too. Her friend. "I regret not visiting you and her sooner, but I am glad at least that you had each other for whatever time you had." Ophelia frowned, gazing longingly at the gathering group much different than the tense one she had been involved in not too much earlier. "If you ever need me Archibald, you can find me in the Aurora Basin." That was sincere. A promise. "Take care, friend." [[VALHALLA SEEKERS ]] |
 Undertow has come to take me. Guided by the blazing sun. Look at everything around us. Look at everything we've done. Please. Anyone. I don't think I can save myself. I'm drowning. |
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