Outfit
Ophelia had always enjoyed the woods, the calming noise of wind through branches, leaves crunching loudly beneath her feet, and the many sorts of plants and animals that could be found hidden away in the tallest of trees or the smallest of bush. These were some of the many reasons that she often found herself wandering through the woods near her home, making her own path away from the main trails, and just allowing herself to explore the deeper parts of the greenery.
Or, what was usually green. Winter certainly took its tolls on the forest, wiping away all the many shades of green and replacing it with browns and oranges. Still beautiful, but only for the moment for soon the towering branches would all be bare, and there would be nothing to look up at except splintering wood.
It was why she was so determined to enjoy it all now, pushing her way down the familiar path as she gathered any interesting items that she found. Most of these items were strange rocks, pretty leaves, or even a few bugs, but nothing compared to the last thing she gathered. Tucked away beneath a large root sat the body of a possum.
This was no ordinary possum though, it was a
dead possum, and as Ophelia neared, she could tell that it was quite fresh. Dead enough to be board stiff, but fresh enough that she couldn't find any outward displays of decay. It was perfect, and with a giddy giggle she would make her way back towards the main trails, unfortunately, her gaze was so caught up in her found prize that she wasn't paying particular attention to where her feet were carrying her.
As she neared the path, a large rock would block her path, Ophelia stumbling forward in a jumble of movement as the possum went flying forward.