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[inariver]

There's a story Ophelia knows

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[seekingmiracles]

I've known Ophelia long enough that seeing her cartwheeling around in the sand isn't surprising in the least. It's what she says that gets my interest, and it's only after a couple of cartwheels that I speak up.

"Why doves?" I ask, loud enough that I know she can hear me, hands sliding into my pockets.

[inariver]

"It's part of the story," Ophelia says, mid-turn and it is not until a moment later that she realises that perhaps he does not know the tale. Knowing why isn't as important as knowing what for.

Level and standing once more, she casts a quick glance upwards before turning to face Zia. "Doves hold the key to your heart. And destroying witches."

[seekingmiracles]

"Doves do," I repeat, sounding a little skeptical. It's no story I think I've ever heard. "What story is this, anyway? I'm guessing the witches are the villains."

[inariver]

"Aye, the witch who travels in a dough trough." The witch is dually the best and worst parts of the tale. It's her touches of evil that trace through things, making them better just as they are sometimes worse.

"Tis called the White Dove. The story."

[king_ofkings]

Adrian was never startled out of a thoughtful reverie, but the words he had heard brought him out of the depth of his thoughts and to the woman, studying her curiously. Her words become her odd behavior and Adrian lifted a brow carefully.

"A thousand doves would be worth quite their weight in gold, I suspect," he calmly called over, evening and smoothing his words until the accent had been all but ironed out.

[inariver]

"Of course." Ophelia's unphased by the fact that someone is speaking to her and it is not until she decides that she has had enough of petty tricks does she stop and turn.

"But only if you knew what to use them for."

[king_ofkings]

"Tie them to golden strings and fly them home?" Adrian suggested. He had always kept himself well-read and found a pretty verse useful every once in a while. Perhaps not always, but in conversations with young women, they seemed enchanted typically by it.

[inariver]

"Nay. Birds be not useful for such things." Birds are fickle creatures, more easily turned than the notions of any man. Men are impatient, women like to wait. "The only strings they need are red, the rest is all folly."

[15_words]

"A thousand doves means a lot of shit," Jaye opined, walking up the shore in the firm but wet sand near the waves. "Are you sure you want a THOUSAND? Why not just... two?"

[inariver]

"Two is...two. Tis not enough to make a difference." Ophelia is quite confident that one is not enough and two never is. They would not be too keep, not to watch but do their work and go. "A hundred would make a greater difference."

[15_words]

"Difference in what?" Jaye had to ask. HAD to, even though she suspected Little Miss Ophelia was having one of her crazy spells. That was what the flowers had meant, right? Crazy? "The noise pollution on the island?"

[inariver]

"They would not dwell, rather they could tell you just as easy that there be a witch to bewitch you and thus set you free." She is telling part of the story, out of order and giving away an end. It does answer the question no matter which angle it takes.

[incindiary]

William padded down the beach, meandering along the sand and letting the waves creep up under the arches of his feet. The cuffs of his jeans were soaked, and his longish hair was a mess from the wind, but he was smiling to himself and enjoying a break from being pent up in the bus, scribbling away.

He spotted Ophelia a ways down the shore, turning cartwheels. It made him smile even more, and as he approached he lifted a hand in greeting. "Ophelia, hey!"

[inariver]

"Hullo." The greeting escapes her in a slightly breathless tone, which is fitting given that she's upside down when she says it. Toppling over and finishing her trick, she beams and waves in reply.

"How art thee, William?"

[incindiary]

He grinned at her antics and lowered himself to the ground, sitting cross-legged and idly rubbing sad out from between his toes with an index finger. "I'm well, I suppose," he sighed. "Felt a bit cooped up, so I decided to come for a walk along the beach." He looked out along the coast, and then turned his squinting eyes back to her.

"What do you need all the doves for, anyhow?"

[inariver]

"Thou had to flee thy cage." She makes the false image of a bird with her hands, flapping as if they would attempt to flee her body. A laugh escapes her at the thought, but it goes as quickly as it came.

"For the story. The story ends with doves. They bring you truth."

[heartless_sob]

Castiel's dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, and he feels...strange. The garments feel out of place on him, for so long he'd worn the suit and jacket they had started to feel like a part of him. Now, dressed in the unfamiliar, so much skin showing, he feels even less like himself.

He watches the girl spin in circles, so much grace in a body he's found to feel heavy, limiting. Constricting. She plays with gravity because it's all she can do. And now, it's the truth for him as well.

[inariver]

"Good day sir," Ophelia greets, her feet once more touching the sandy earth. Idly she spins, making footprints that are washed away as she quickly as she manages to make them. Just because she has no present considerations on earth, does not mean that she cannot be civil.

[heartless_sob]

"Good day," Castiel returns, the words awkward-feeling in his mouth. He tries a smile, but it's still new to him, casual conversation with a human, and he's at a loss for what more to say.

[inariver]

Ophelia smiles, catching the faint stiffness and newness of an unmet person. She would like to be part of a meeting, speaking freely and without care. That's what words are for.

"Does thou like to do acrobatic tricks? Or does walking suit thee more?"