take me home before the storm

in my thoughts i have seen rings of smoke through the trees, & the voices of those who stand looking. For all of her natural ability to accurately read or perhaps just intuit the emotions of others, she can't quite dissect the look that wisps across Morrigan's face, or the edge to her words. Life hasn't been as cruel to Otem as it has to Morrigan, and so the complexities of jealousy and spite are a bit beyond her ken at this point in her journey. And so, without any emotional data, the young girl merely shrugs her shoulders as the older mare suggests that her trials and tribulations have merely been unfortunate. "Numbers didn't help us back in Helovia..." The oak-leaf marked child utters under her breath before common sense can zip her lips closed. Immediately Otem's eyes widen in apparent apology and she swallows hard. "Sorry. It's just this place ... it isn't like home at all." Slow comprehension seems to dawn on Otem as the mare asks how long she's been in the Rift. Wouldn't ... wouldn't Morrigan already know that? She's been in the Rift as long as all of the other Helovian's have been in the Rift.. So that means.-"-you're from here?" She burst out, once again before sense could mask her words.

omg terrible post. sry x.x