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there are no markings on her country roads no signs that show the way back home The time has come such that either their conversation must take a surprising turn, or that it will end. A feeling of cold discomfort wafts through Otem's belly, as if the responsibility of carrying the discussion has somehow fallen to her. It probably hasn't, of course. But with a warlord and a sociopathic philosopher for parents, it isn't all that surprising that Otem's view of the world and her place within it can be rather skewed at times.   "Nice to meet you as well. I'll remember your name - you know, for when I've started my own herd of dimwitted Helovian's." Although the joke is forced, there is genuine pleasure in the way the words twist from her lips. She tries to think of a natural way to depart, but of course social graces do not come naturally to her, and so instead she shuffles her wings and allows a small cough to leave her lips. She will remember Raein though, and not just for the theoretical day that she becomes a leader. If for no other reason, he was here the day she decided to stay in the Rift, and make a real go of making this place her own.  "Well," she offers, a sly smile on her youthful features as her wings unfurl slightly. There's nothing more awkward then having said your goodbyes and then realizing you're both setting off in the same direction. Raein's wingless frame made Otem's mode of departure an obvious one. "-bye for now."

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amgggg why is your writing so good ;-;