Tumbling down

another mind, another soul, another body to grow old. it's not complicated. At the sound of Erthë's approach, Otem's ears instinctively perked up. She should have assumed the sounds were from some sort of Rift monster come to claim her as a meal, but she'd known no such fear in Helovia, and so her instinctual response to lurking predators was relatively dormant. She sounds like she's learning a language, Otem thought through her bond to Pandora. He speaks, she speaks, I speak, who speaks? A smile tugged at Otem's lips, and then disappeared as she realized that her owl hadn't heard her. Frowning, she looked over her shoulder towards the owlet, who gazed back at her with wide golden eyes. "I'm sorry." She whispered to her, before turning around entirely to spy the pale form only partially obscured by the trees. "I do." Otem answered, her voice bizarrely confident, answering as Isopia might. Although unlike Isopia, the girl had the social awareness to not merely leave her response at that. "I came through the portal. From Helovia." She clarified, as if she might be mistaken as a monster rather than the other way around. Moving forwards to where Erthë's body heavily contrasted with the darkened jungle, the autumn-coloured filly regarded her politely with her gold and burgundy stare. "I'm Otem." She offered, introducing herself with a slight nod of her ram-horned skull. "Who are you?" The filly couldn't see the shape behind Erthë due to the spread of her icy wings.

_{art by Chloe!}

@Erthë