One call away

Otem says Aei'ith's momma's name and Aei'ith nods excessively in the most overdramatic way. "Yuuuup!" She pops the 'p' at the end of her yup and continues nodding for a moment longer, expressing the fact that yes, Aurelia is her mom. "Aurla! Momma!" It should be no surprise that Aei'ith cannot pronounce Aurelia, she couldn't pronounce anything. Otem confirms she's Helovian and Aei'ith breathes in deeply, prepared to launch a few more lisped words, but forgets what she was going to say, her mouth hanging open, waiting for words to fall from it, but none do so it shuts quickly. Her excited, milky eyes focus on Otem's horns, more specifically the horn with the thing. "Was dat?" Her soft muzzle reaches towards the thing hanging from it. Aei'ith didn't have any swanky items like that, only fire magic. "I haf a thing!" She steps back a few times quickly, before standing tall and proud. In the blink of an eye, her body is entirely engulfed in flames. Unfortunately, the heat of the flames and the smoke proves to be a lot for the small child to take in so the fire only lasts a moment. "Momma fire too!" Stepping towards Otem again, a sense of pride washes over her. Otem had a horn thing and Aei'ith had the fire thing. They were basically twins in Aei'ith's eyes. And then, she remembers her question: "You Aur-... a.. aurla's? momma's?" The babe wasn't asking if Otem was owned by Aurelia, but was actually asking if she was Aurelia's child. Either way, her speech was garbled and even though it made sense to the child, who knows if it would make sense to the mare. Aei'ith basically assumed anyone who had maybe a little bit of gold and some strange items was part of her family, be it sister or something more distant. "Momma's sister?" If Otem was to say no to being Aei'ith's sister, she at least hoped she was her aunt or something along those lines. "How you know momma?" She wasn't sure what to say now, but the polite thing (she assumed) to do was to ask. "You see momma?" Her head cocks to the side slightly, expressive and inquisitive. "I no know where she is, but we find her! Rocks! White thing!" The child was straining herself trying to describe the place where she'd last seen her momma. She wasn't sure what more she could say besides what she'd already said. Otem would have to ask the baby questions in order to get anything besides rocks and white thing- such is the struggle when conversing with children, but even more specifically- toddlers.