Ophelia
I'll be yours until the sun no longer shines
until the poets run out of rhyme
Ophelia is in a hole.until the poets run out of rhyme
Now that's not necessarily a bad thing, all in all it's a very nice hole! A bit cold, perhaps, but most things in the Grounds are cold in their opinion, never as hot as their race desires. But there are a lot of fun bugs to investigate, and watching the sky from the bottom of the hole is equally entertaining.
If it isn't obvious, it has been a few hours.
Ophelia has tried climbing out with little success. They think that perhaps this was an old well, because they had stepped down onto something rotten and gone right through. Whoever covered it up needs to do some better work on signage. Is there a way Phi can report them for safety concerns?
They're pulled from their musings where they're laying on their back at the bottom, legs propped in a 90 degree angle up along the side of the wall, by the barking of dogs. Fuzzy snouts appear at the top of the hole, and Ophelia waves cheerily at them. "Hello, puppies!" They really hope none of them try to come any closer, Phi's not really in a position to catch them, and they'd hate to have a dog land on them or otherwise get hurt. Luckily a woman appears soon after - vaguely familiar, but not enough for a name to come. Ophelia waves at her, too. "Hello! I'm a bit stuck." Spoken far too cheerily and factually for someone in such a bind.
until the mountains crumble into the sea
In other words, until eternity
In other words, until eternity
