Post by Ophelia Harrington on Aug 7, 2016 11:20:58 GMT -5
The Navahla Market, the stage for Ophelia to return to her roots, to play her songs and share her love of music. She now performed under the stage name of “The Blackbird” and although it was taking a considerable amount of time for people to take an interest in her new material it didn’t really matter to her - there were no connotations and no ties to her former life. That was, until the rumours started to fly…
He’s dead, he’s imprisoned. He was still out of her reach.
The link they shared through their ring had gone cold a long time ago and the magical bond they’d sworn upon had been severed at about the same time. It had taken her a long time to come to terms with the idea that the life they’d planned to share was no longer to be shared, that they were now to be separate forever, and the love he once held in such regard had been buried, deep down below his hate. Ophelia had lived through the pain that she had caused; she had, had her time to mourn in solitude – she had grown accustomed to life alone with their two children.
So it was with some surprise, that she greeted the news of her ex-husbands rumoured passing with a gut wrenching, heart stopping pain that almost caused her to faint. Had it not been for the fact Jacen and Laila were with her, she was pretty sure she would have keeled over, right there in the middle of the market. She found it fortunate that neither of the children knew their father by his title, The Black Knight because she did not want the responsibility of explaining to them what either of the rumours meant. So there she stood, almost floored by the news that something had happened to Kythin, but at the same time unable to react. Instead, she played to the conclusion of her song and waited for the crowd that surrounded her, the twins and their guard purret (for she was very protective of the babes).
It took her little time to pack away her brand-new violin, the instrument of choice for “The Blackbird” and once finished, she simply said: “Let’s go and find auntie Viola, shall we? Maybe she has some of Ellis’ sweet-treats.” Both children looked excited by the prospect mainly due to the fact that their aunt was the strangest person they’d ever met and they had inherited their mother’s weakness for sweets. Ophelia took both children’s hands into her own and lead them away from the rumours and gossip and towards the cottage that Viola called home.
