seaknighted:
Oh, dear. Her head shoots straight up at the all-too-familiar voice, and the dark mage heavily considers fleeing the scene before Soleil can get to her. But– No. That was her old, misguided way of thinking! A mere slip of the mind! They have talked about this– Any chosen heroine worth her salt knows when to forgive and forget! And so, Ophelia relaxes and allows a smile to grace her lips as she waits for the mercenary.
“I hope the stars have been in your favour today, Soleil!” A finger taps lightly against the book seated in her lap, gaze flitting briefly to the weapon racks before her and a collection of unusable weaponry in the corner.
“I have just finished organizing the armoury, as Lady Corrin bid me to– I completed my task a little earlier than I thought I would, so I thought I might name some of our weapons! Father says the magic of a name is some of the most potent and powerful enchantments in all the worlds– And anyone can harness their power! So why not imbue our blades with a little of that magic, and protect us all? A plan worthy of a chosen hero, wouldn’t you say?”
“Ooooo! Sounds cool!” How gallant, she liked that idea! She hangs in the doorway, bobbing in and out a bit in a push-ups like motion. Okay, things were going well so far. “I like it! Ohhh, have you named any of yours? I should ask dad if he could think of some cool ones...”
