Pixellated Dreams

Pixel made sure that she made a mental note of the general location of where she was going. It would do no good if she couldn't find it, even if Otem assured her that it would be hard to miss. Pixel didn't put anything past her bad luck. Still, she had some hope now that perhaps her luck was about to change, an ironic hope considering she was in a place that clearly had bad luck lurking.

"Kisamoa..." she murmured, wanting to remember that name. She had never heard of any specific gods in her land, but Kisamoa didn't sound half bad. She wondered, if magic was so commonplace here and apparently where some of the other equines had come from, then what was the real difference between anyone and these gods?

The places that Otem told her about sounded fantastic. Pixel wasn't sure what a manatee was, but she did enjoy music. She wanted to see some of these things for herself. She nodded in agreement as the other mare continued. Pixel felt slightly more balanced now that she had some goal in mind. She wasn't quite as eager to just run wherever she might go.

"Yes. You've been so kind and helpful. Thank you." Pixel's voice was sincere, her normally pink muzzle turning to a golden-yellow, a shade that was warm and comforting.