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Ophelia the Forsaken
The pair with their flowers returned to the Thistle Meadow and then got their traps. Ophelia was a little upset about the fact that she had to catch wild animals, but she would try. The mare looked to Torleik, frowning and wincing. "This is a stressful task," she told her dear partner. She went into the caves and Tinek followed, getting the idea of the task from her mind. The dragon helped by herding some geckoes into the little trap, and they huddled in the corner. Carefully, she threw some dirt in with them from their natural habitat, not wanting them to be too distressed. Then, she walked with the cage toward the boat again, feeling the excitement fade into a sinking feeling in her gut. Everyone would be packed in. There would be no open spaces. Ophelia started breathing slowly, evenly as she attempted to control the rising panic. @[Torleik] |
 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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