all these countless nights

otem You'll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley You can tell the sun in his jealous sky when we walked in fields of gold Unlike Volterra, Otem never really has to look upon ehr own appeareance and be reminded of her mother. Of course there are more than enough things even in this strange world that hearken back to Isopia, but her own appearance isn't one of them. As her Father's attention immediately turns to her wound - something that fills the filly with delight at having guessed her Father's state of mind correctly - Otem shrugs her narrow shoulders against his body and then retreats a few steps. Her eyes look forward as if to try and inspect the wound as her wings spread to give her Father's gaze more room. Thoughtfully she tilts her head slightly, dark eyelashes falling. "This?" She asks almost coquettishly, although she isn't trying to be alluring - she's trying to portray the pantomime of an innocent child. "We came through with so many others-" She begins, softly trying to emphasize all the brothers and sisters she apparently has (a number that she only recently understood upon seeing them all tumble through the portal with her), "so I went off a bit. You know to give everyone room.." Her voice trails and her shoulders rise and fall guiltlessly. "I met a stallion in the jungle. He was asleep, and I was just trying to tell him that he should be careful-" Again, her words were meant to imply that she was not anything but the victim here."And he stabbed me for some sort of blood ritual." Her lower lip juts out slightly and she winces as she raises the leg attached to the garish wound. "I think he said his name was Tamlin?" She offered, again her voice casual and childish. Though inside, she hoped her Father was already plotting the stallion's demise.

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