one foot | p, axle | in front of the other

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 65%; line-height:120%; text-align: justify;font-family: verdana;"]The night had been getting fairly cold lately. Normally, this wouldn't bother Ophelia much. She was used to surviving all kinds of environments, bearing all kinds of weather, but... Well, she didn't have to bear things anymore. If she were cold, she could simply go find a warmer place, collect some blankets, or lay before a fireplace. There were probably even more options than she could think of, and that was as odd as it was comforting. Taking all of that into account, she flew down from the rooftop she had been laying on, the sound of her wings flapping breaking the quiet of the surrounding area as she landed softly on the ground below.

Her eyes flicked around to give a quick check of her surroundings before she padded onward, goal in mind. She was simply going to check around the area, see if she could find some blankets to bring back to her home. She figured it was as permanent as her membership here, so she best start decorating it. Making her home a home was probably the best idea, as weird as it was to be able to settle down somewhere.

She ended up shuffling around in a particularly dilapidated car, having seen a few blankets bundled in the back. They were dirty, but that wasn't a problem. Most things in Tanglewood seemed to be well-used and/or abandoned. Sometimes both.