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

"An orphan would stand to inherit Kos' realm, I suppose. And a wet nurse... I suppose they don't seem the sort to have one either. Only Flora... who is not my Mother Moon, it seems. Thank you, dears, I'll look forward to examining the chalices upon our return. Shall we?" Ophelia replied, giving them both a curtsey and a smile before turning to walk towards the others--presumably at the Headstones. 

As she walked she reached her mind out to the Holy Moonlight Sword once more, knowing that it had information seemingly no other beings they'd so far encountered had--and as she remembered the blinding nebula that had been revealed to her upon claiming it as her own she thought that a realm of such surpassing beauty would not be a bad thing at all. [i]O Mother Moon, do you have a realm of your own here in the Nightmare? Might we ascend together, to usher in an Age of Light? Guide me towards the right path, and let us bring Glory to this world.[/i]