Death before unfitness
Virgil
08-21-2021, 07:54 AM
The Warlord was quick to close the distance between them, brushing a soft kiss atop Ophie's forehead as she squeezed her eyes shut. Her tail wagged behind her in short but swift sweeps, a lot had changed but Ophie would always love her Father. Would always want him to not think poorly of her, even if the same could not be said for herself. She knew how this looked though, it was unseemly to have a Princess plodding around in such a state, something had to be done sooner rather than later. This was inevitable really, Ophie should have seen this coming.
She dipped her head in a cordial greeting, her tail wagging a few beats longer before it curled to rest between her legs. Her ears tipped forward as the Warlord spoke, his rumbling voice as commandeering as ever, going onto to insist that she was to be treated with the respect her heritage entailed. So far no one had really mistreated her, but it wasn't like Ophie would have said anything if they did. Maybe Sirius knew that, perhaps it was really obvious, crystal clear in the blue sheen of her eyes. She shifted a little, unsure what to make of it all. Sirius was framing this as a good thing, companionship and support really did sound nice in theory but something about it made her feel anxious. What if she messed up? What if there was no turning back, no matter how much others tried to help?
Even with all of her concerns Ophie sensed she couldn't really say no, Sirius was a hard man to deny. "Oh..thank you."