The autumn-touched child hadn't really expected to be interrupted. She was the midst of a mental fairy-tale, allowing her mind to wander and weave the narrative that her life should have followed. That being said, if she was going to be interrupted, better that it be some sort of prince who does the interrupting. But at the sound of hooves and as Otem turned, she found that it was not in fact a prince, but a villain. A villain who had tried to kill her before. Otem should run. She should scream for her Father or even her twin, and if neither were within earshot, she should just fly, for Tamlin had no wings of his own. But because Otem was still trapped by the allure of being in some sort of story, she felt immobilized by the appearance of the horned man, and instead of fleeing as she damn-well should have, she instead turned her gold and burgundy gaze towards him, blinking more or less stupidly.
"Tamlin." Otem replied, her tone haughty, as suited a princess in a story. But unlike Otem, Pandora was not under a fairytale spell, and hooted angrily from her perch, wings spread dramatically from her avian body to make herself appear larger.
Otem's gaze narrowed as she inspected Tamlin. "Why did you stab me? What did you even do with my blood?" She demanded, as if the fact that her blood had been spilled gave her rights or authority to know what the dark man had done with it.
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