» every broken promise

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 Otem hadn't actually expected the boy to fight back, and so as his body rose to meet hers, the sudden defiance of his muscle against her own caught her off guard. Her shove was far less effective than it might have been if she had prepared better, and this miss made her pin her ears against her ram-horned skull in annoyance. "Haven't you been paying attention to anything?" Otem scolded, trying to mimic her mother's academically condescending tone, but falling far from her goal. "If he was going to eat us, he would have already. Besides, he's said that we've been helping him. Why bother telling us to learn and explore if we're all just appetizers? And if you believe he's really going to eat us, why are you even here?" That last bit Otem thought was pretty clever, but she didn't have time to bask in her verbal bitch-slap, as the boy's magic begins to cause her skin to prickle. Had Otem known what was going on, she might have thought it a bit ironic that she, the granddaughter of earth and water, was now currently being sucked dry by this half-sibling of hers. BUt of course she didn't, and since it only appeared that Varuna was glaring at her rather than casting magic, she didn't even really associate the itchy feeling inside of herself with the hybrid. Otem's mouth suddenly felt thirsty and her skin felt far too dry, like it had lost all of its moisture. Hush, please. Zahra interrupted. Otem turned one burgundy and one golden eye towards the mare, and narrowed her gaze. "Why should we?" The tribrid snorted, and despite her on-going altercation with Varuna she was more than happy to lump him in with her if it would make it 2 vs 1. The mare asked where her parents were, and Otem felt herself visibly deflate. Tears wanted to form in her eyes, but it was like all the liquid in her body was suddenly gone, and so instead she swallowed a muffled sob (down an incredibly dry throat), and shook her head at Zahra. "Why does everyone keep asking that?" The oak-marked filly asked, voice quite soft now as she hugged her shoulders with her wings.

Image Credits

@Varuna and @Zahra