Fall upon our stones

Ophelia was a little late but that was better than not showing up at all, right? She couldn't even claim she'd been overly busy as of late, she was just distracted and a little lost with the thoughts that now had free roam of her mind. Her encounter with the really really big wolf had shocked her to her core, made her realise that the world was far bigger and vast than she'd ever known. And that still scared her, more than it probably should. Slowing to a trot, she huffed and puffed, a little winded as she drew up to mingle with the gathering group. There were a few new faces in the crowd and Ophelia, despite herself, sucked in a surprised breath. How had she not noticed? The Armada she knew and loved had changed so much under her dirty nose and it wracked her with guilt to know she was inevitably falling behind.

Which really ought to mean she should use that to drive her to try harder, be better! Which yes she had every intention to just...doubt always lingered in the corner of her vision and mind. Sometimes it felt like too much, but not today!

Sidling right up to Briar's side, Ophie pressed a quick hug into her shoulder before making a beeline for Gos' side. It felt as though she hadn't spoken or even hung out with her siblings in ages, all no doubt too busy and mature to want to roll in the mud with her. Hm. And then inevitably her focus shifted to her father, tall and broad and yet...somehow smaller than before. At least in her eyes now.