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

Ophelia giggled softly at the explanation, nodding her head towards the Shopkeeper. "Whenever we face an exceptional foe, I shall summon you. If it is within my grasp to help you achieve your desires, I would be honoured to repay your kindness. It would indeed be a shame to miss the Hunt, wouldn't it? And don't worry about the runebrand, love, I'll bring it back safe and sound. There's a power in these rituals, sentimental and foolish though they seem." Ophelia spoke and then quickly darted up into the small workshop to grab the rune workshop tool, immediately bending down to call forth the messengers in the same movement.

"Look after this for me, please, little ones--keep it safe."

Then Ophelia rushed down to the headstone that they'd all used to leave earlier, gave the Doll a grateful curtsey, and pressed a spindly finger to Rebirth's Rise. She felt the sleep overtaking her again, and she took one long last look at her Mother Moon in the sky before slipping into the depths of slumber to awaken in the waking world. Upon waking she loped quickly over to the entrance and its makeshift barricade, before using a quicksilver bullet like the Holy Moonlight Sword had whispered to her earlier. She bade its light come forth to cleanse the mundane dross of the waking world that stood between her and her goal, thrusting the heft of the blade forward directly into the a gap towards the top right corner of the pile. She didn't know how big this explosion would be, yet, and thought it prudent to learn--she studied it eagerly, awaiting the rapturous sight of the cosmos gracing her once more with feverish desire.