One call away

otem Can we go back before the morning took you? And every dream of you was gone It was so strange being here. Otem knew that Kisamoa had brought back the four lands which were originally his, from Helovia, but that knowledge didn't seem to help. Standing in the flats the dirt-coloured girl couldn't help but feel that if she turned just the right way, she'd see the Endless Blue, or Helovia's Heart. Those lands used to be close to this place, didn't they? Shockingly, Otem could no longer remember.  "Mom?" Otem whispered as her wings groped for the pendant around her neck.  "What was this land near before?" The tribrid paused, praying it would be the voice of her mother who answered, and not the mocking, sneering one that occasionally did. "That depends." Came Isopia's flat and academic tones. "Before these lands were here. And so they are near whatever they are near now. Presumably though you meant in Helovia. In which case the answer is the Thistle Meadow, and Heart Caves. The new lands were pulled in to the eastern portion of Helovia."  The voice wasn't really Isopia, and so there was no how are you's or I miss you's, but it still made Otem feel a bit better to hear her mother's voice. "So, if we stand like this-" Otem turned, speaking to Pandora now, "-we would see the meadow! Do you remember it Pan?" On her withers, the owlet hooted her agreement and nodded.

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