we're all stories unfinished and we die to find some fitting words to write
Even with mixed personal feelings still lingering about Darkeye, Wessex has to admit that he is following through. And even though he won’t claim Grounds citizenship, he is here. So the grudge is… a bit piecemeal at times. Still there, but able to be put aside for the greater good. The Wraith is a team player.
And she is thrilled to see her youngest sibling there - the ghostlike Ophelia, someone she’s never been able to truly keep tabs on - or really understand. “Ophelia,” she says warmly, greeting them with with a pleased expression that is mostly attributed to their scythe (they can tell because of the little eyebrow raise). Guess some lessons stuck. And then she turns and nods to Darkeye, some kind of peace offering perhaps. “Aye. What did you have in mind?”
And she is thrilled to see her youngest sibling there - the ghostlike Ophelia, someone she’s never been able to truly keep tabs on - or really understand. “Ophelia,” she says warmly, greeting them with with a pleased expression that is mostly attributed to their scythe (they can tell because of the little eyebrow raise). Guess some lessons stuck. And then she turns and nods to Darkeye, some kind of peace offering perhaps. “Aye. What did you have in mind?”
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