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

Ophelia turned to Farren as he spoke, raising her right eyebrow a little as his little outburst interrupted them briefly--though it didn't stop them from finishing speaking. Once there was a suitable gap in the conversation for her to actually reply she did, looking thoughtful the whole time.

"As I happened to be near her, I felt... the same sort of pull on my blood echoes that we feel at the birdbath when browsing items. The remainder of them after I'd stocked up on supplies, but they're hardly a difficult thing to come by! Then... here she was." she replied to Farren, heading over to the southern doorway to peer out and watch the Moonborn's activities while she continued to chat.

"We cannot sacrifice ourselves, dear, not really--as you say, we cannot die, so think not such thoughts. You were rendered inert by us bringing a larger volume of false Paleblood into the Dream as we sought to move it to a safer place. We left it with Queen Annalise, knowing that it will be far out of the reach of the White Church and with hope that her knowledge of the Old Blood might prove beneficial... and a Winter Lantern appeared here while you were gone. Wretched thing; if I never see one again it will be too soon. The White Church have declared war on us, and the world, as we have freed Dietrich from their grasp... and they enslaved our friend, Victor. Their golden markers on the headstones have faded... and there were some problems with the little ones. The false Paleblood disrupts the Dream's connection to Flora, it seems. I think that is part of its design, perhaps, or at least its intended purpose... the Golden Bastard wishes to usurp our Dream for his own vile ends, I'm now beyond certain of it. I had idly wondered if perhaps he has taken Flora hostage somehow, but... I do not know if she is even alive still. I know that she is not in any of the realms we have visited... but... why does the Interstice exist at all? Great Ones seem to traverse realms as easily as we can walk, no? Perhaps Annalise will know; it was... the Pthumeru that built it, I think? Knowing that it was the tainted influence of Gold that spurred that civilisation's ruin, I wonder... did He have a hand in the creation of the Interstice itself for some reason? Ah, but look at me talking your ears off..." Ophelia spoke, easily settling in to her usual excitable rambling as she observed the Shopkeeper.