For days Ophelia has been locked away in her hut, playing her newly arrived harpsichord until she could feel callouses forming. It has brought a new light to her life and she plucks at strings and uses her elbows until the need for food and new light becomes dire.
"Awh, he does strike one as a dear," she declares, pulling her ailing index finger from her mouth with a smile. "Is he yours?"
"That's what it looks like," Mikal replied with a shrug as she glanced up, still a little confused, if not displeased, by the prospect. "I don't know where she came from, but she's got my name on her collar. At least, I think it's a girl." Either way, she wasn't complaining. She hadn't been expecting a dog, but then she hadn't been expecting any of this, either, and it really was a cute little thing.
"She then." Ophelia smiles enjoying the idea of little pets as presents. "A little dog from above or well, from somewhere else. Sometimes the isle is kind like that."
"So I've been hearing," Mikal said with a light laugh, ruffling the fur on the top of the dog's head affectionately. "I just wouldn't have expected anything after being here for a couple hours." Grinning, she stuck a hand out, as if remembering herself. "I'm Mikal."
Mikal looked almost confused for a moment, as she couldn't remember when, if ever, she'd heard someone say 'thou art,' but shrugged it off with a smile. The place was weird; she'd been told that already. "Yeah," she replied, her own smile widening. "It's nice to meet you."
"Wonderful. I love to meet new people." She clasps her hands together and sighs, grinning madly but not fretting a thing. "They do make things so interesting."
"They do," she agreed, then stopped herself from continuing, letting out a short laugh instead. "Not that I know about here, I've just heard things so far. The only other person I've really seen is someone I knew from home who found me."
"Really?" She likes the connections, the pieces from home even though she has none of those things herself. The friends she had here were of her own creation, which suited her fine. "That is lovely. I hear it makes it for the most part easier."
"It really does," she agreed, giving an emphatic nod. "I don't know what I would've done if it'd been a stranger who found me. Or anyone else at all, really." Even with other people she knew, there was no one she'd have rather had explain this place to her than Zia. It might've been awkward at first, but in the end, she was more than glad for it.
"You would have been fine." Ophelia knows from experience, having come from whence she came, drowned, delirious and oh so lost and swept away. Things are better, things are safe, but she is fine without them. "In the end, we are all fine."
"True," Mikal conceded, giving a short nod of her head. That didn't mean she would have been as comfortable, though, around only people she didn't know. Having Zia was definitely beneficial. "It seems like a really nice place, you know? What I've seen of it, anyway." People were alive. That made all the difference.
"Awh, he does strike one as a dear," she declares, pulling her ailing index finger from her mouth with a smile. "Is he yours?"
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