
Ophelia sighed. Except instead of her usual annoyed sigh, it was a fairly content sigh. The mutant Fey was sprawled in the grass with her eyes closed as the blades tickled her skin. For once, she wasn't annoyed with the size of her wings or antennae. For once she was just relaxed and happy with herself. The sun was shining and the breeze was blowing, and no one had bumped into her wings today. What more could she ask for?
Well, she supposed she could ask for no homework from her teachers but that wasn't likely to happen anytime soon.