Tumbling down

another mind, another soul, another body to grow old. it's not complicated. Watching Erthë nip at Van's shoulders made Otem wrinkle with envy and longing. Although Isopia had never done anything remotely like that to her, she might have done if she had lived long enough. Tears began to well in her bi-coloured gaze and although she felt ashamed and embarrassed about crying in front of strangers, she was helpless to stop them once the first droplet fell from her eyes. Although she appreciated Erthë's honesty and bluntness, it left her feeling even more hollow and emotionally cold. I have no home, she thought to herself. None of us have a home. It made her lip tremble and tears fall with even more vigour now, despite the fact that she was trying to bite her lower lip to stop its motion. "Sorry-" She choked out, gulping back a sob. "It's just hard-" Realizing how selfish that sounded, she shook her ram-horned skull desperately. "I mean, I know it's hard for everyone too.." Otem's wings moved from her sides to cover her face, knowing that it was likely going blotchy and discoloured. But now that she had allowed one sob, more were building in the back of her throat. All she could see was Isopia's body bursting into light and then vanishing, and then being greeted by a shadowy raven when she opened her eyes in this place.

_{art by Chloe!}

@Erthë