Nothin rhymes with orange

there are no markings on her country roads no signs that show the way back home Before the young owlet could contemplate Otem's answer, a sound entered into the bird's wide array of hearing. It was like a sigh in the middle of a long winter's night, or a petal falling from a flower into a stream. Someone there, Pandora murmered silently, her large golden eyes falling flatly upon Otem, wondering whether or not the filly would care. Normally the tribrid wouldnt' have, but it had been so long since she'd opened her mouth to speak to anyone other than her companion, that she let her defences slide slightly as she began to wandering towards where the pale girl lay. Otem's bi-coloured gaze stared down at the filly for a moment, wondering any number of odd thoughts about her. Had she come here to die? Did she want to be left alone? Did she know anything about the Rift? She was so young looking ... was she even from Helovia? Was she from this place? "I wouldn't sleep here, if I were you." Otem murmered, her voice caught half-way between her mother's typical academic cadence, and Otem's own youthful confidence.

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