The discomfort she was experiencing was both embarrassing and painful. She hissed in a breath and winced as she moved, some festering sore caught on the inside of her front, left foreleg. Wrinkles of pain curved around her strange, dual colored eyes as she ventured from the Threshold into darker areas of Helovia. Her plan was to stay there until she healed, far too worried about this illness and what others might think. Contrary to her strong appearance, she was rather sensitive, and she could not bear the judging stares, not now at least. 

That was when the smoke appeared, like tendrils of clouds, and she snorted loudly, jumping back in a start. What? Ophelia blinked roughly, looking out beyond to something new... 

Oh no...

Not again. 

What was supposed to be a brief respite of solitude had somehow turned into a gathering involving a goddess she internally loathed. The lavender monster wearing the skin of a beautiful lady was nothing more than a killer - one too powerful and too selfish to dare cross. Carefully, Ophelia schooled her features, not willing to ruin Torleik's relationship with her. But, when she looked upon the Moon Goddess, all she saw were the memories of Hototo being murdered, the bodies she stumbled upon - most of whom were her friends. 

All had been in a state of panic, fighters until the end. 

Yes, Gaucho had been the vessel, but the Goddess was the puppet master, a cruel divinity made of everything foul, and Ophelia forced her jaw to loosen, keeping on the edge of the group and listening to these strangers demand to know what was going on. These two knew each other, it seemed, which was interesting. Tinek tumbled through the trees and landed on her back, the silver dragon massive in his prime and guarding his lady - especially since he was aware that these lands tended to be dangerous. 

"If history should repeat itself," she said quietly, hoping to answer some questions with her soft, chime-like tones, "then you are from a Rift, and the Gods of Helovia have the intention of cleansing your lands." At least that was what the God of Time had claimed. She highly doubted that this goddess would be so altruistic. There was something deeper. Fouler.