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Ophelia
Fall in me
Ophelia was returning with the words of wisdom from the God of the Sun echoing in her mind. The risk was worth the reward. Tragedy had befallen the land, distracting her from what she wanted to say and what she wanted to do, but now, she was moving north again, determined to speak her mind and let her heart free from its icy casing. Maybe... Never would more difficult words be spoken, and hopefully, she would not have to say anything at all. Torleik would understand. He seemed to always understand, sensitive as he was. The pale princess trotted, distracted once more by a gigantic ship in the middle of the thistle meadow. Heavy, summer heat had melted the thick coat from her body, revealing a short, slick one beneath which accentuated her lithe figure. Sparring had made her, somehow, leaner, definition of worked muscles showing easily with shorter, shiny hair. Red tresses trailed behind her as she watched the God of the Earth work, listening to his words curiously. Her brows furrowed, watching the way he moved. Then, he spoke, revealing his plans, and she thought of the black steed immediately. Her head swiveled, scanning the horizon and loping forward, urgently heading to their shared home: the Aurora Basin. The queen did not have to journey far, however, for there was Torleik, on the approach. "Torleik!" she called. "Something is happening, and we have to pair up. Care to uh... ah well... be my partner?" she asked hopefully, nervousness agitating her steps. What if he said no? [[TORLEIK IS PHI SHIP TORPHELIA !]] |
 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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