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there are no markings on her country roads no signs that show the way back home "No, of course you're right-" Otem answers quickly. His words are so close to the philosophical points her mother might have made in this situation, and so the child reads-in her mother's criticism of her intellect as well. "I didn't quite realize that it would be impossible until I came back here." She concludes, feeling childish for the need to offer a justification for her behaviour, but hopeless to do anything else. For a moment Otem considers asking what it takes to make a place your home. But she thinks that Isopia (or her necklace facsimile) would think the question pedantic and so she moves on to another question, albiet a related one. "So you live here then?" Her eyes raise as she asks, and then dart away. There's something about holding someone's gaze for too long that unnerves her to her core.  On her back, Pandora begins to grow restless. The owlet is pleased that her bonded has decided to give living a second chance, but is just as eager to actually get on with it. Still, not wanting the girl to become a marred image of her mother, Pandora judges it beneficial that she spend some time socializing. Given the girl's lineage, in the days immediately following the Helovian's entrance into the Rift, it was nearly impossible to bump into someone that Otem was not related to.  "Does everyone still just ... roam around? When we first came there was no order to anything. I think that's why so many of us lost each other. In Helovia we had herds, and so everyone knew where they could usually find everyone else. Does that not happen here?"

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