another mind, another soul, another body to grow old. it's not complicated.
Kaos had told them to explore and learn...and in her comatose dream Isopia had told the girl to do the same. If anything Otem had grown fonder of Kisamoa, especially after the gift he had given her; the leaves in her mane were a useless, but pretty adornment that she wore with pride. Her grief and anger were still slow-burning coals in her gut and had not been forgotten, but instead of Kaos, their targets were the Helovian Gods: her grandfather and his kin. If they had left this world alone, none of this would have happened.
And so as teeth formed out of the haze, Otem moved towards them rather than away, intrigued to know what it was Kaos had to say to them this time. As he spoke, Otem wondered what it was they could have possibly done to save these lands. Had it been done intentionally? If Kaos was more specific about what actions needed to be taken, would there be a revolution and revolt to stop anyone from further completing them? As a child of the earth (well, grandchild, literally), despite any of her political or religious views, Otem couldn't help but be drawn towards helping to cultivate and revive the lands around them.
Anxiously Otem looked around, wondering if any would try to yell or challenge the ever mutating form of Kaos as they had done last time. For her part, Otem tried to melt into the background, though she kept her gaze pointed fixedly upon Kaos and the floating orbs.
"Okay. We will." Otem whispered to herself, eyes locked upon Kaos.
Green Labyrinth
