The footsteps were deliberate - almost sounding drawn out. No voice came to answer her query, just the slow onward march of whatever was ahead. The cave walls began to glitter with subtle rays of light as Roscorro's ball floated towards her. In her mind, Otem was picturing a massage mare-eating monster, one that looked like one of those deepwater fish with a ball of light attached to its forehead to lull prey into an unsuspecting daze.
"I'm not alone!" Otem declared, voice shaky and nostrils flaring. It was true, techinically, she did have Pandora with her. But what she meant to imply was that she couldn't just be taken, or murdered, or whatever it was the creature surely had in mind.
As her panic grew (it was still true that there was no where for her to run), the ball of light suddenly came into view. Recognizing it for what it was (surely Kisamoa hadn't given a ball of light to each and every monster in the RIft as well as the equine-inhabitants? And even if he had, perhaps her own ball of light would protect her - would show that she was someone who was on the same side), Otem let out the breath she hadn't known she had been holding. But just as quickly as the air left her lungs, she gasped it back in as Roscorro finally appeared before her.
He was like nothing she had ever seen. Her eyes moved from horn, to scale, to feather, almost unable to comprehend the type of creature that stood before her. Back in Helovia, her mother had been one of the tallest around (save for the gods) at 18 hands. At 17.2 Otem was definitely not short, but before this behemoth she felt as though she could be snapped in half with the smallest of his efforts.
Although Otem meant to ask who are you, instead, "What are you?" Tumbled from her lips, as she stared at the giant stallion with wide frightened eyes.
otem
I'm a cold day in august, I'm a stream too shallow.
I'm a heart-shaped box with no letter inside.
Ultima
