[center][h2][b]Ophelia[/b][/h2][/center]

Ophelia nodded along with the dispensed wisdom, occasionally frowning or furrowing her brows or even smiling--but when Gerlinde asked her question Ophelia turned to face her for a moment and gave her an appraising look. 

"Yes, that makes sense... A King of Isz must've had a queen, and children, no? If the golden one did have children, then not only can we slay it but perhaps we can inherit its realm. Or, indeed, perhaps there are other Great Ones whose children might be used. If we are to ascend, it will not be as some half-measure. Our aureate foe retains even the ability to speak directly to us, albeit via a medium--and, indeed, was once mortal. We must seek the path he trod, understand how he became what he is, and dismantle him and his rotten influence--but it is clear to me now that his place must be taken if he is to die. The Vicar gave me names earlier: Seraph and Vanara among them, I believe... Do we know aught of their realms? Are they vacant, or gone? Can new realms be made? If this place is merely the dream of a Great One... perhaps those who have gone have pockets of the Nightmare they dreamed into being? Or... Forgive me if this sounds impertinent, but, are you happy here, love? Your state of being is quite unusual, and if there's aught I can do to help I'd consider it a fair trade for the wealth of knowledge you've bestowed upon us already and will continue to do so." Ophelia asked, though she turned her gaze quickly to the headstones and then to Farren and Torquil. 

"Would you two name the little sanctuary, loves?"