Tumbling down

another mind, another soul, another body to grow old. it's not complicated. Otem's sniffles were so loud in her own skull that she hadn't heard Erthë approach until the mare was before her. The filly thought she felt a cold breeze but wasn't able to tell if it was real or just a phantom emotional wind inside of her soul. That was until Erthë actually touched her. The mare who appeared to be made out of flesh and feathers just like she was, was like touching a living icicle. Although Otem desperately wanted to be comforted, already her skin was feeling as though it was growing numb beneath Erthe's embrace. "You're so cold-" Otem mumbled almost apologetically, pulling back as a shiver shook her narrow frame. Her eyes rose to find the almost pupil-less gaze of the mare, hoping that she might chuckle and say "oh that!" and somehow make the cold stop. As Van asked about her parents, Otem swallowed hard, more tears streaking down her cheeks which had turned a darker shade of brown. "My mom ... she...she helped the Gods with the thing.." The thing. What a stupid way to describe it, but words temporarily eluded her. You know, the thing. The thing with the portal and the magic. And don't forget about the bit where their bodies were eaten up because they tried so hard." Otem's throat closed as a sob filled it, and she shook her head. "And my Father...I don't know. So many came through so ... I think he's with them." Then, realizing that wasn't actually very descriptive she added, "He has lots of kids."

_{art by Chloe!}

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