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

Ophelia looked at Gerlinde with her mouth hanging open just a little--not out of attraction for this elfin and ethereal being (who, despite that, was still perhaps the single most beautiful creature Ophelia had laid eyes upon), but for sheer shock. She almost didn't seem real - and Ophelia instinctively whispered to the Holy Moonlight Sword while Farren got his gruff and awkward interaction out of the way.

[i]"... Is... is she even human? Do her veins sing with Glory too?"[/i] she asked it, cradling it to her cheek for a brief moment, before she finally regained enough of her wits and wherewithal to step forward and actually participate in the conversation. She barely even noticed the clouds changing, being so focused on Gerlinde, but as soon as the warm and wet spatters--[i]warm?[/i]--fell from the sky and filled the Dream with that hematic and heady scent. She blinked once, looked up, and then blinked again before returning her gaze to Gerlinde. She hopped over to Gerlinde with jubilance in her steps and on her face, and she immediately moved to give Gerlinde a hug if she accepted--though she'd only let it last for a couple of seconds, unless Gerlinde desired more. The full glory of the Holy Moonlight Sword cradled against her chest would be slightly uncomfortable, but she also wondered if letting the blade touch her might give it some more insights into her that could be passed on. 

"That's me--my, my, love, look at you! Aren't you just the most splendid thing I've ever seen? Ah, it's so nice to meet you, dear--I think we four are the only ones currently bound to this Dream, and so... we're sort of stuck together, aren't we? I hope we'll come to think of each other as friends and allies, once we know more about each other!" Ophelia beamed in return, giving Gerlinde much of the energy that she projected back.