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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 It would be unwise to do so on your own Otem swallowed. Apparently she hadn't fooled the golden stag with her words and her demeanour. Now, rather than just feeling foolish and young, she felt even more embarrassed than she had previously. She had never been scolded before, not really. Isopia was not one to scold, and her Father? Well, Volterra might be a dangerous warrior, but he was mostly a teddybear when it came to his interactions with her and the rest of his daughters. Despite being annoyed or perhaps mentally stiffening against Tilney's unprovoked paternal council, Otem instead felt comforted by it. Perhaps that was why she was so willing to accept his oversight. She did want to try the plant, and given that the lantern-man hadn't even bothered to mention the magic she worked on the second succulent, she was all the more eager to please and to try and demonstrate her value. "Alright." Otem answered, her ram-horned head held high to meet Tilney's jade gaze. Confidentally (though she felt anything but), the filly dropped her head to the plant. Her lips opened and without a moment's hesitation, she snapped the one solitary bloom the plant had to offer between her teeth and chewed. "It's sweet!" She gasped with awe and childish glee. And, because her young mind equated sweet and delicious things with edible things, she lowered her head and proceeded to take the entire plant - roots and all - into her mouth, without waiting for Tilney's approval. As she chewed, she found that the roots and the rest of the plant were not nearly as sweet as the blossom had been. Suddenly the world around her began to spin. Colours swirled and sounds seemed to dance before her eyes as if they were real tangible things. "Oh, I.." She began, her wings splaying from her sides to help her balance on the beach that was suddenly moving far too quickly. Nervously and with panic beginning to fill her gold and burgundy gaze, she looked to Tilney and gasped at what she saw. His lantern had exploded with firelight - and the fire was combining with his mane! The tree on his shoulder was now real, and the bark was going to catch fire! "Oh.." Otem moaned, though inside her skull the word came out as a scream. "You're ... the fire ... " Then, more energetically she cried, "The water! Get in the water!" Turning around much too fast for her now drug-addled body to manage, Otem promptly fell face-first into the waves. Luckily the succulent allowed her unconscious body to continue to breathe, despite the waves lapping over her neck and chest.

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@Tilney SIR TILBERT MAY DO AS HE WISHES. YAYYYYYY