Hau’oli wau aia oe ma Ko’u ola

In all honesty, Ophie didn't know what she'd done wrong. Why so many of her siblings seemed to loathe her very existence, it wasn't like she really got in the way. Hanging off them like a burr. For the most part she kept a wide berth, only interacting when duty called or family all gathered to mingle and do...family stuff. No one had really told her to her face that they hated her, or wanted her gone but they didn't really need to. She wasn't stupid, she could tell. It was in the way they looked at her, like she took up too much space. That it could be better filled by someone else.

Food was a great distraction though.

She noticed the myriad of scents coming from the kitchen long before she heard the call, was practically zombie walking her way over with her nose held high, sniffing as though her life depended on it.

Shuffling into the kitchen, she peered around the door frame and oop- a stranger! Scary. And yet she'd called for her...maybe she needed help?

"Oh um, hello? You uh...called for me?" It was hard to speak when her tongue threatened to lol out of her mouth, drool pooling behind her lips.