another mind, another soul, another body to grow old.
it's not complicated.
Aryel had a good point. Otem had been so wrapped up in having come over from Helovia and seeing the progression Kisamoa had made towards healing the land, that she'd all but forgot that he was still the one who had basically gotten them into this mess in the first place. She didn't actually know what the land needed healing from, or how it had all started. It was possible, if not likely, that it was something Kisamoa had done, whether knowingly or not.
She could see why the blue mare wasn't immediately thrilled about being forced into clean-up duty.
"I'll look for Java too." Otem added, nodding her ram-horned skull. "And do come by - we could use more like you." She continued with a smile. Allowing her wings to open to the slight breeze, Otem looked east to where the gathering place was. She had meant what she had said, and did indeed hope to see Aryel again. It didn't surprise her that the mare wanted her own time to explore. She definitely seemed the type.
"See you then." Otem offered by way of departure.