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Posted by ophelia on November 4, 2008, 10:28 am
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Ophelia had grown to be an analytical mare - she saw the world as a serious of equations to be solved systematically, or at least contemplated and stored away to bring out later in her spare time and mull over. Emotion was a small factor in her world of variables, and sometimes she wondered if others even felt as she did.
Could others touch an icicle, and feel the prickle of hair rising on their nose as their sensory receptors sent the information of sharp cold to their brain? Could they understand the strange lack of feeling as their skin adapted to the sensation and failed to continue firing those signals?
Ophelia wondered, and she was disappointed that the answer did not lie in her equations. Not even in Desreal.
Her black mane and tail was smoke, rising like steam in the chilling air. A breath of air ballooned from her nose and the heat rose immediately, dispersing throughout the air.
She saw another black figure before her, and remembered him vaguely from her days as a child, approaching Desreal curiously but with her cautious father at her side. She was happy that Pirate was not here; he was needed elsewhere and she enjoyed her moments of solitude that had become more frequent now that she was grown.
"Fantome," she called, her voice brisk as the air around them. "I believe we were interrupted before." She jogged lightly to catch up with them, the sun that shined off the drifting snow catching in her dark eyes. ophelia; of darkness and starlightpirate x acacia, air iii2
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