in my thoughts i have seen rings of smoke through the trees, & the voices of those who stand looking.
So far, the Rift had been fairly good to Otem. She had come through the portal unscathed, had kept her companion, and had been given? (had Kaos given her the leaves that now bloomed in her mane? Otem liked to think that he had, if only to make up for what had happened to Isopia) oak leaves, and now the dapples on her body glowed with a soft golden light all on their own. This world had taken away all that made her special (there was no Earth God here, of whose lineage mattered to anyone), but it had also opened up a new world where there were no expectations for her. Was she Isopia's daughter here? Every day it seemed less and less so. There was no Dragon's Throat despite the fact that there had been talk of forming a pseudo herd comprised of former members, and although her Father was still quite impressive, he was not a Sultan here. Tamlin had called her a princess, but she really wasn't. "What do you think these do?" Otem asked Pandora, looking at a Yenda Puffball. The tribrid narrowed her eyes slightly as she looked at the rather harmless looking circular things. "Last time we had a healer ... this time we have ...?" The filly turned her ram-horned skull around, looking to see if there was anyone else around. "Anyone?" She called out almost pleadingly, really wanting to try the puffballs to see what they would do, but not wanting to die alone in the process. |
She’d been wandering through the new Western Mists, as instructed, trying to explore but mostly just thinking of the dead. A call from nearby cuts through her thoughts though, and she turns her attention in the direction of the child-like Anyone? that rings out nearly. Lyanna turns her course, ignoring the little black earring as it whispers something about a trap in her ear.
It doesn’t look like a trap though. Lyanna finds a filly, a little owl, and some strange looking Puffball things. Her lack of knowledge about the flora in this place still hurts. She’d spent so long learning the herbs and plants of Helovia and there, at least she could help. Here, though she tried to learn, there was only so much she could learn without someone to teach her. It’s not like she could try everything because it seemed likely at least half the plants in the Rift would bite her back. “I’m Lyanna,” she says. “Are you okay?”
-LYANNA-
let the winds take me
in my thoughts i have seen rings of smoke through the trees, & the voices of those who stand looking. As if the Rift had answered her call and brought someone to her, the filly spun nimbly on her long legs, her burgundy and gold eyes expectant and childishly large as Leanna appeared before her. It was the Helovian God's fault - her grandparents - who had killed Isopia. Not the rift and not Kaos. Otem had to keep reminding herself of that, for it was all too easy to forget and find herself on the "I hate Kaos" band wagon. But look! Proof! She had needed someone, and someone had appeared. And although Otem did not know it, this someone had both known her mother, had known how to heal, and had knowledge of plants. |