It was a calm night, warmed by the ocean’s breeze, the night alive with the crackling of a campfire, the squeals of delighted bappies, and the soft drone of conversations.
Ophelia stood watch, alone for once, as she had waved off those under her, telling them to enjoy the night. She stood there, the lone sentinel, watching over the bappies with a keen eye and making sure they didn’t stray too far and watching the perimeter for any danger.
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