Truthfully, had Otem not seen the figure silhouetted against the falling sun, she would likely have thought the voice simply belonged to the Rift. The Rift had given her gifts, had guided her and had protected her - it wasn't much of a stretch to think that it could have a voice, if it wanted to. Besides whether or not it was possible, Taivas' voice seemed to fit so nicely into the mood and feel of the cliffs as the sun slowly sank into the water and the moon rose to take its place in the sky.
It was only as the melody came to a halt that Otem's conscious mind actually seemed to take notice of it. In its absence the world seemed to fall so silent, as if everyone and every thing was simply holding its breath. Without realizing it, Otem noticed that she had been holding hers too, and gently let it out, not wanting to intrude on the hush.
"Keep an eye out for Tamlin." Otem said warily to Pandora. Despite the fact that Tamlin and she had ... shared an understanding about why he had attacked her so long ago in this place, the scar he had left on her shoulder lingered, just as her mistrust did. The pale owlet hooted her agreement, and on nearly-silent wings, the predator lifted herself into the sky, looking for small varmints to hunt for her dinner.
As the evening began to solidify and the world shifted into hues of purple and silver, Otem found herself near to the place where she had seen the silhouette while she had been walking. Having no way to know whether or not the figure ahead was the same one she had seen, she approached with caution. Seeing the fist-sized ball of light hovering softly near the pegasus' shoulder, Otem let her guard down slightly. She (perhaps wrongly) assumed that whomever Kisamoa had given a ball of light to was, if not a friend, at least not an enemy.
"Hello," Otem offered, not wanting to seem as though she was trying to sneak up on the mare. Moving forward as unawkwardly as possible (but doing a poor job of it, truth be told), Otem let her gaze rise to the stars, feeling uncomfortable looking at the pale mare for too long, despite the fact that Otem was pretty sure that she was glowing. It would be rude to stare, and probably even more rude to ask, and so Otem swallowed and held her eyes upwards.
"Do you think everyone sees the same stars? Even if they're far away? Or ... are there different stars, depending on where you are?"
Rainforest Cliffs
