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[ophelia.]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 65%; line-height:120%; text-align: justify;font-family: verdana;"]At the answers she received, Ophelia gave a small nod of her head, even though Aya was ahead of her and probably wouldn't see that movement. "I'm not exactly into climbing trees, though being in them is nice. The wings cancel out most of my work for me." she answered. She hadn't really done much reading in her life, usually too busy with survival, but... Reading might be nice, actually, if she had the time for it. Easily brushing off the hunting thing as something she could ask someone else, she walked onward.

"You said you have a lab. What do you research? Is your research related to all the questions on my wings and how they're built and how they mutated? If so, that clears up a little confusion on my part." she said. Though she was normally fairly stoic in the things she spoke of, there was a hint of amusement in her last sentence.