Dragoncrest Cliffs maybe spit some blood at the camera, just stay alive

Opalia comes to the call alone.. with a careful quiet, uneasy already deep down. Heda is dead rang on in her head alongside the beat of her trot. She still had not compartmentalized all of her grief regarding a very similar statement except in shape of her dear mother, so to this feeling's return, she was cold and full of dread already.

When she arrived in the gathering's scene, it happened to be opposite her father, so she lingered near the fringe of the situation to listen for now. She wore her best frown and somber look--and although she hated it, she wanted to know why so she could have an enemy to face her anger towards this time too.