Although Otem assumed that it wasn't true, the Rift seemed less scary with the glowing orb by her side. It didn't actually do anything, other than emit a soft glow (nothing she had seen anyways), and yet it made both the literal and metaphorical darkness of this place feel a touch less oppressive. And that was a start.
It also gave the autumn-touched girl a sense of purpose. Any easy justification for almost any scenerio. Why are you here? Oh you know, just looking to do some orb splitting..! It allowed the filly a simple way to hide her social anxiety, as if the task Kisamoa had given them all was actually a shield she could use to defend herself with.
But then again, she was parent-less and just a child, so what did she really know.
Ahead, there seemed to be a pale figure with its (his?) head stuck in a tree. But .. there weren't any trees directly around, and yet it seemed as though one was springing directly from his skull. >>Maybe it is<< Pandora hummed into her mind, the Owl's mental speech coloured with amusement. I ... guess? Otem replied, not fully convinced, but knowing that the owl was probably correct.
Moving forward as casually as she could, Otem plastered a false but fairly convincing smile upon her features. She steeled herself as she took a breath. "Hey - you haven't got an orb, do you?" She called, then nodded her ram-horned skull towards the floating sphere of light that came to a gracefully bobbing stop next to her.
otem
I'm a cold day in august, I'm a stream too shallow.
I'm a heart-shaped box with no letter inside.
Halyven
