This ride is about to get bumpy
Pack meeting
08-17-2021, 05:03 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-17-2021, 05:04 PM by Ophelia. Edited 1 time in total.)
Pack meetings weren't really...Ophie's thing. It wasn't that she didn't care what was going on around her, only it made her guilty knowing she'd already missed out on so much. In this instance she didn't have much of a choice, the pantry was ruined, Ophie couldn't stuff her face silly even if she wanted to. Which...even now she sort of did and didn't. She ambled along, sides huffing and puffing as she struggled to not get left behind and miss out on too much. By the time she stumbled onto the scene only Gos, Artorias and the Warlord was present, which was a good thing! But also bad since Ophie had pointedly been avoiding the Fatalis patriarch, for reasons that involved disappointed stares and gruelling work out routines. Ophie couldn't decide which one scared her the most.
Struggling to keep her breathing calm and collected, she swallowed the lump forming in the pit of her throat. No one would starve her into skinniness, would they? Taking refuge beside her sister, Ophie planted herself in Gos' shadow. Present but not the centre of attention, just as she liked it.