"You idiot!"
Ophelia exclaimed as she grabbed the reader by their collar.
She punches them angrily a scowl forms onto the silvernette's face still gripping them by their collar.
"Why the hell are you always so careless!"
"You've could have died or worse seriously hurt!"
"Hmph... Whatever pretty boy...."
Ophelia said in a rather rude tone before shrugging the bard's hand off of her.
"Get.... your hands off of me..."
Ophelia scowled angrily at the bard, stomping roughly onto his foot.
"I mistook you for someone I greatly despise..."
She said rather coldly as she glances at him, before turning away.
"Now... unhand me so I can leave..."
"....Ophelia...."
She replied back as she turns to leave the bard, now on her merry way onto the next time she'd plan on staying for the time being.
"..."
Actually, he should have been to the same direction as Ophelia, but with the tension, he preferred not going right know and make her feeling being trailed on.
"Come at the tavern some day." He concluded
"Would be a pleasure to welcome you anyway."
"..." He simply stayed silent
'?'
Ophelia titled her head in slight curiosity watching a mother hug their child close to them.
'I wonder what my parents were like...'
'But... I can't remember how they looked like....'
Ophelia watched a couple from afar in slight curiosity as her cat like ears twitch a bit, titling her head to the side once again.
As the couple kissed one another.
She'd placed a hand onto her lips secretly blushing a bit.
"Hm... She was less cold-hearted than she wanted to show me..." He commented in a whisper to himself, still writing down
She shakes her head before immediately walking away, her heart pounding a bit.
And so Nider would set his notebook in his bag again, with his pen, before walking away too.
Ophelia yawns softly before heading over to the inn, rubbing her eyes tiredly.
No longer after came Nider, who had a show to perform in the tavern within the inn.
Ophelia is currently in her room, reading a book.
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