young volcanoes

in my thoughts i have seen rings of smoke through the trees, & the voices of those who stand looking. Although Otem is much more socially conscious and capable than her twin or her mother, she is also excellent at manipulating herself to suit those around her. And so, as she lands near her twin, she doesn't offer a hello or really any sort of greeting. She doesn't try and disguise her landing to make it seem more graceful or elegant (not that Vulkán would notice if she did), nor did she offer any pleasantries. Instead she exhaled a puff of breath, folded her wings against her flanks, and tried to see what it was her twin had found so interesting. "It looks similar to the altar Kaos erected back at home."  Otem observed outloud, although likely her brother had already come to this conclusion. "I wonder if the ruins carved on the side have the same meaning as the others.." Otems burgundy and gold gaze narrowed slightly as she looked up. The ruins were unreadable to her, just as the other set had been to her mother. It was in hebrew, she remember Isopia telling her, a language that her mother did not speak. Another mare had - Yael she was called. Silently Otem wondered if this Yael had made it through the rift, and if she had, if she could read the nearly-faded symbols on the side of this monument as she had with the last.