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prometheanslogsWho: Ophelia Groves (aka Blind Mag) and OPEN!
What: Rehearsals are done for the day, and Ophelia is going to head out for dinner.
When: Evening
Where: Just outside King's Theater
It had been a good day of rehearsals for an upcoming opera. Sometimes, Ophelia did wish to be in the spotlight, but the fact her eyes weren't exactly normal eyes kept her from taking the step to auditioning for lead roles. She simply took smaller parts. However, at the end of the day she was still able to sing, and she was more than happy for that. It was something to do anyway.
And at least in performing, she could put aside her worries over someone seeing her eyes and attacking her.
As she stepped outside of the theater, dark glasses firmly in place to obscure her eyes, Ophelia drew in a careful breath. She had a walking cane in hand, using it to give off the impression that she was blind, or at the very least having poor eye sight. Playing blind was sometimes more difficult than it looked. However, Ophelia had learned the paths from the theater, to the Clockwork Horse and her small home well enough the she could walk them with her eyes closed.
Turning towards the Clockwork Horse, Ophelia began her journey, cane angled out in front of her, making small sweeps to and fro.
What: Rehearsals are done for the day, and Ophelia is going to head out for dinner.
When: Evening
Where: Just outside King's Theater
It had been a good day of rehearsals for an upcoming opera. Sometimes, Ophelia did wish to be in the spotlight, but the fact her eyes weren't exactly normal eyes kept her from taking the step to auditioning for lead roles. She simply took smaller parts. However, at the end of the day she was still able to sing, and she was more than happy for that. It was something to do anyway.
And at least in performing, she could put aside her worries over someone seeing her eyes and attacking her.
As she stepped outside of the theater, dark glasses firmly in place to obscure her eyes, Ophelia drew in a careful breath. She had a walking cane in hand, using it to give off the impression that she was blind, or at the very least having poor eye sight. Playing blind was sometimes more difficult than it looked. However, Ophelia had learned the paths from the theater, to the Clockwork Horse and her small home well enough the she could walk them with her eyes closed.
Turning towards the Clockwork Horse, Ophelia began her journey, cane angled out in front of her, making small sweeps to and fro.
