seaknighted:
   Oh, dear. Her head shoots straight up at the all-too-familiar voice, and the dark mage heavily considers fleeing the scene before Soleil can get to her. Butâ No. That was her old, misguided way of thinking! A mere slip of the mind! They have talked about thisâ Any chosen heroine worth her salt knows when to forgive and forget! And so, Ophelia relaxes and allows a smile to grace her lips as she waits for the mercenary.Â
âI hope the stars have been in your favour today, Soleil!â A finger taps lightly against the book seated in her lap, gaze flitting briefly to the weapon racks before her and a collection of unusable weaponry in the corner.
âI have just finished organizing the armoury, as Lady Corrin bid me toâ I completed my task a little earlier than I thought I would, so I thought I might name some of our weapons! Father says the magic of a name is some of the most potent and powerful enchantments in all the worldsâ And anyone can harness their power! So why not imbue our blades with a little of that magic, and protect us all? A plan worthy of a chosen hero, wouldnât you say?â
    âOoooo! Sounds cool!â How gallant, she liked that idea! She hangs in the doorway, bobbing in and out a bit in a push-ups like motion. Okay, things were going well so far. âI like it! Ohhh, have you named any of yours? I should ask dad if he could think of some cool ones...â
