Ophelia's knew the forest and its sounds as well as her own heart. In her few years, her mind had accumulated nearly ten thousand hours of visual, auditory, sensory, tactile and all other types of information. Normally, she would be able to recognize the breath held in silence by the forest as a strange presence approached. But for once, she was trapped in her own head, lost in her thoughts and confused by her own body, the one mechanism she thought she knew better than anything else. The extra weight she bore around her middle was disconcerting, but her neck and hips were still gaunt and lean, athletic and delicate. She leaned down to take a drink of water, hoping to clear her thoughts and quench her fatigue.
After being forsaken by the god she loved, abandoned by a dear friend, and had her heart crushed by one she thought she had loved, Ophelia had her own fair share of heartache. She walked a thin line between the dark and light, trapped in the gray. The moment in her timeline of life was tense, any stimulus able to knock her over one way or the other. The alabaster dancer was overwhelmed, and instead of heading north where she could clear her mind, she moved south to warn the Resolute of assassins.
"Hello, Ophelia...."
The mare's head snapped up sharply, ears tilted backward, and she turned her long, slender neck over her hips with furrowed brows. From the moment he spoke, she knew who the voice belonged to. Her memories were flawless, and she recalled everything in perfect detail. What she was not expected was for him to still be around. She had not seen the stallion since she had offered to help him regain his crows, and Ophelia had believed him to have left Helovia entirely. She would not have blamed him if he did. The gods, well... The gods she used to believe were benevolent had quickly changed her mind.
"Murder," she replied, her dual colored eyes displaying her recognition and confusion. He looked troubled from the very way his blue hide hung on his handsome bones. "I thought you had left. The last I saw of you, we received word from the God of the Earth about the return of your crows." Her voice was ever delicate, like chimes, but she held her injuries still from her recent battle. The right side of her face held a gash along her jawline that was still red and raw, and her hind, right canon was still stained with blood.
Ophelia frowned slightly and turned around to face the crimson-eyed stallion. Tinek, feeling a change in his bonded's emotions, quickly tumbled gracefully from the sky and landed on a nearby tree branch, recognizing the strange, blue stallion. The dragon huffed a little, remembering him yelling at his bonded, blaming her for the loss of his crows. Well, he had seen differently. With a slight flick of his tail, the dragon stalking the stallion with his crimson eyes, crouching on his tree branch, talons gripping tightly. "Much has happened since I have seen you, and I am no longer in the favor of the gods. I have heard nothing of your quest; I am sorry." Ophelia meant those words, and that was obvious in the sympathy that rested in her strange, dual colored eyes.
"I can help you, though? Or at least, I can try. We can ask the seer of the Throat if she has any news from the heavens." Ophelia offered, intent on keeping her promise. She would not leave him to venture Helovia and deal with the gods as long as she was able, but she did have errands to run. Ophelia thought that almost bitterly, not thrilled with that part of being a cheiftess of a herd.
[That was fine! :D ]
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A Brief Pause, Marching to the Throat [Murder/Open]
