DESI
I backhand Ophelia across the face, sending her tumbling to the ground. She tries to lift herself, looking around wildly for her little minions - and finds them indisposed. Most have been tossed into the water by Horonius, and those that haven’t are busy trying not to be. His fury and speed in dispatching the vicious creatures are a sight to behold.
Not something to laugh at.
And yet Ophelia is rolling with laughter. She flops onto her back, looking up into the red-orange sky while laughter forces tears from her eyes. I stand over her, exasperated and frustrated. I both don’t want to know and do want to know what’s got her so giggle-happy.
She gasps between puffs of laughter. “Your -” more laughter, “human.” And she succumbs to more coughing/laughing. But she’d said enough.