there are no markings on her country roads
no signs that show the way back home
When Rixen's gaze seemed to peer farther away than the barrier would allow, briefly Otem wondered if she wasn't just imaginging in. Narrowing her eyes she tried to scrutinize the air just before her, to see if there was anything that gave it away as an illusion. She hadn't made any potions lately, so surely it wasn't her own hallucinogenic magic ... that was, unless maybe she had too much magic built up in her system?
Could that even happen?
It's some kind of barrier
Otem let out a soft woooosh of air as she released the breath she had been holding. Oh good, not crazy she thought to herself with satisfaction. "No I haven't either .. I think this is part of what Kisamoa meant needs to be healed but.." Otem glanced over her shoulder where her orb was bobbing effortlessly. "..but this doesn't seem to be doing anything." Leaning towards her orb, Otem tried to nudge it with one of her curled horns as if to force it to activate. Instead, it just bobbed away from her a bit, as if in water, and then silently bobbed back.
Shrugging, Otem turned back towards Rixen. "Other than spreading hope, I don't know how to try and heal or fix any of this. Nothing we do seems to have any effect."
What Otem wanted to do in that moment was pout. She wanted to sit right down and continue throwing rocks at the stupid barrier until something happened, or someone else told her what to do. Otem did neither of these things of course, because regardless of how she felt, what she wanted was not to be viewed as a child. Growing up too quickly or without family was likely not good for the young girl, and likely what has caused her to abandon all of her childish pretenses, but that was life.
"Maybe having two of them will do something?" Otem inquired, glancing at Rixen's orb and then back at her own, silently willing something to happen.
The Pinnacle
