Gods In A Ghost Town

Pandora, the melanistic owl, had been scouting ahead of Otem. The mare had decided that, since the 'herd' she was trying to assemble was using Halyven as their meeting place, that she should come back and visit here every so often, in case there were messages or items that had been left. So far she'd found nothing, and so she and Pandora had merely been acquainting themselves with the area. Hearing voices ahead, the pair had decided to move towards them, which was when the owl picked up the last snippet of what the unicorn stallion had said. ...it was a sacred place, once.. Curiosity stoked now by this indication that whoever the speaker was had been here long before she had, Otem picked up a swift trot which brought her to entrance of the once-temple. "How do you know that?" She asked immediately, her words slightly breathy as she pulled in air and slowed herself to a half. The soil and sap coloured mare looked from mare to stallion, feeling awkward immediately that she was both taller than they were, and from the looks of it younger as well. Always self-conscious about her height, Otem folded her wings tightly against her flanks and allowed her shoulders to drop slightly, as if that would help to disguise the length of her frame. Otem hadn't bothered with social pleasantries, such as offering a hello, or giving her name. She was far too enthralled with the wealth of knowledge the unicorn might have to bother with such silly norms and customs. What did it matter what her name was, when he knew things about this place? otem I'm a cold day in august, I'm a stream too shallow. I'm a heart-shaped box with no letter inside.

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