Tumbling down

another mind, another soul, another body to grow old. it's not complicated. Something about the fact that Erthë did not take offense, but merely acknowledged that she was indeed freezing to the touch consoled the autumn-coloured filly. It sounded like something her own mother would have said. Er... Might have said. She'd never say anything ever again. "Uhm.." Not wanting to appear ignorant of her own family, Otem furrowed her brow in deep concentration as she tried to pluck the names of her kin from her mind. She'd been so focused on bonding with her twin and exploring their home that she hadn't spent quite as much time with Volterra's side of the family as she probably should have. "Well, there's me and Vulkán," she began, racking her brains for more names. "And ... Astarot. And..Tyrath...and..." Each space between the words grew longer and longer, as Otem waited (prayed) that Erthë would interrupt her, declaring that she knew who it was the girl was referring to. Not unlike Isopia, Otem had gotten caught up int he task Erthë had given her (giving her siblings names), rather than just telling the mare the name of her Father, which would have cleared things up much more quickly. "...and Zhu...and..."

_{art by Chloe!}

@Erthë