It was with a grunt and a groan that Ophelia slammed into the pavement, bounced to the sidewalk, and popped onto her feet; brushing off her rather ornate and elegant kimono, erasing dirt from the soft, teal-green fabric. “My, my, sturdier than I thought,” she purred, fetching her paper fan, Samadhi, and unfolding it. “Such an exciting man, so wild and fast,” Ophelia said, fanning herself. “Wait? What? No! No, no, no, no, hellll no!” she says, snapping the fan shut. ~[i]He is fetching, isn’t he?[/i]~ Kiyohime asks, very glad that Seamus happened to be fetching male, and Ophelia a young female; it made taking control so much easier. ~[i]He isn’t far. We aren’t far. Go to him, our Anchin.[/i]~ Ophelia groaned, shaking her head. “I won’t...” she says, slowly breaking due to Kiyohime's double-edged skill, Stalking.

“I’m not so weak-willed!” Ophelia couldn't shake Seamus from her thoughts, though. ~[i]Weak-willed? To love? To passion? Silly child, you are so young and foolish.[/i]~ Kiyohime teases. “I am not!” Ophelia countered. “I don’t have time for love and passion,” she says, trying to resist falling to temptations, “I’m a Sander, first and foremost,” her eyes narrowed, the sun-kissed yellow of Kiyohime’s serpentine eyes overwrote her natural born crimson iris, but not their seriousness. ~[i]And, blood should interfere with nature? I was born a headman’s daughter, and yet, I swept it all away for my Anchin. So, too, should you.[/i]~ There was barely an argument – more like an suggestive order to follow from the bottom of her heart... and damned teenage hormones.

“Yes,” Ophelia says, cracking further, and listening to her heart, as Kiyohime’s honey-sweet words wrapped around it, like a snake. “I should go to Anchin!” she mewled, looking down the road. Seamus hadn’t gotten far. “But, shouldn’t I bring him something first,” she puzzled, “A meal?” Kiyohime nodded, agreeing. ~[i]A meal would do great for him. But, first, you have to get him in your possession.[/i]~ Ophelia nodded, and drew her fan open. In her mind, she knew that Seamus wouldn’t notice her without good reason.

             “I’ll get him,” she says, reduced to almost the same mental state as Mitsugi. However, unlike Mitsugi, she had a secondary personality, of sorts, and Lucius would tame her, if she got out of hand. However, he knew better than to interfere with the flights of fancy of a woman; especially, if she perceived herself in love and was the current emulation of Kiyohime. It would be embarrassing, and he would console her in quieter moments, but, for now, he would let this play out, as it would.

Ophelia was stronger, in intelligence, than Mitsugi, so, at the very least, there wouldn’t be fires to put out.

“Anchin~!” Ophelia cooed, literally shoving parked cars out of her way, as she marched over to Seamus.

At least, [u][b]physical[/b][/u] ones.