Unsurprisingly, Ophelia had no talent as any kind of negotiator. She was impatient and quickly bored with a wandering mind and an obvious lack of attention that was apparently considered rude. Well, if someone wanted her to pay attention, they should at least try to say something interesting. Rather than frustrate her father or insult their allies further, the pale princess chose to wander off on her own.
She walked with a complete lack of concern as if any potential dangers were so far beneath her that they could not even possibly register. Even the slippery cliffs along which she'd walked had been treated like ant hills rather than the unforgiving mountains they were. Each step was taken as if a grass carpet had been rolled out in front of her and she strolled with ease and confidence. Her nose twitched as she caught the heady scent of water that was not at all similar to that of Cut Rock River. Frowning, the pale female moved forward to investigate.
With winter still clinging stubbornly to the Lore, Ophie watched with fascination as steam curled above the bubbly surface of several springs. The girl trotted down to the waters edge and sniffed curiously and gave a cautious lap only to lift her head and tilt it. Warm, she marveled. In this cold? Encouraged that her tongue had at least not been burned, the princess took a tentative step in and hummed with delight before stepping deeper into the spring until water lapped against her sides.
They needed a place like this in Cedarwood! It was marvelous. The girl lay down, fully submerging her back with only her head left above water. Her cheeks warmed delightfully and she closed her eyes. Content to stay right there until her father came looking, Ophelia stretched out her back legs in languid comfort.