is anybody out there

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 Relief washed through the autumn-coloured girl as those present (except the oddly silent filly) confirmed that they were all Helovian. Otem hadn't met anyone who wasn't from Helovia yet, but it was only a matter of time. Then again ... it was possible that they could be lying? Eyeing the group, Otem tried to guess at what benefit it would be for a Riftian foal to lie about their birthplace. "I'm Otem. She replied, nodding to Vinati with a small smile. "And this is Pandora." The owelet was not really paying attention to her introduce, and was instead hooting happily towards Devi. The owl had never seen a griffin before, but she could recognize the part of the companion that matched her own species and was intrigued. "Coming through the Rift was pretty rough, huh?" Otem ventured, trying to break the ice. I heard some folks lost their magic, or were mutated...did that happen to any of you?"

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