OPHELIA
heaven help a fool who falls in love
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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid black; height: auto; width: 420px;][justify][font=georgia][color=#FFF0D4]It was a nice day; nicer than it had been, at least, but it didn't change the fact that cold snow still stung Ophelia's paws. The black-furred puppy was padding around the outer edge of camp, feeling bored. She wasn't sitting around sadly or walking around the border looking for Barghest, who was gone, though, which she thought was good. She was trying to come to terms with the fact that he wasn't coming back, but it hurt, and by nature, Ophelia was hopeful. The padding around the edge of the camp was getting boring for her, and eventually she simply flopped over, onto her back, and looked up at the leafless trees and the sky. Boring. Boooring. There aren't even any clouds! She thought crossly, flipping onto her stomach. I wonder if anyone else is out around here. Maybe I could find someone? She thought, sitting back on her haunches.