& all there is to see

otem You'll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley You can tell the sun in his jealous sky when we walked in fields of gold Sand colic? What was that? Otem made a mental note that if she ever decided to reside in a place that resembled the Throat, she would have to ask Tilney about it. Now however it didn't seem entirely prudent given that these lands seemed so vastly different from any in Helovia (other than the Riptide Isles of course). Before she could do anything else, Tilney was suddenly prancing like a child upon the sands. Startled by his sudden reaction (he had been so calm before that Otem had mentally likened him to some sort of wizened old tree), that his sudden movement caused her narrow frame to instinctively move backwards. As she did so, a not-so small puff of air exited her backside. That is, Otem tooted. The sound was wet and disgraceful and embarrassing. Otem immediately felt her cheeks begin to colour, and in an effort to try and hide the sound (and the smell), she coughed loudly and spread her wings. She tried to nonchalantly fan the foul air backwards, while acting as though she was merely joining in with Tilney's excitement. "We were on the cliffs..." Otem began, thinking of Ultima but of course not knowing what it was called. She trotted towards Tilney, having to take multiple steps in order to keep up with his. "I don't know what it was called, but it's not too far from here. And yeah, she's okay. Just sad I think. She didn't know where you were, or her mom. She didn't even know if she was alive or not."

Image Credits

@Tilney