Ophelia stood cautiously on the edge of the Greater herd lands. It had felt like days since she had seen another azerian and if she was being honest with herself, she was extremely lonely. A small sigh escaped from her mouth as she looked across the valley. Why was it so hard to find friends in this land? Ophelia caught herself. It wasn't that no one else was trying she just didn't know how to. Her life relied on helping others to an extent that was bizzare to most. If someone required her to give everything she had for them, she would galdly do it. The problem was finding others who would do the same. She often wondered if that was the only reason why azerians were drawn to her. As she thought about it more she heard the light footsteps of another close by. What did they want?
