» damned if I do

in my thoughts i have seen rings of smoke through the trees, & the voices of those who stand looking. To be clear, Otem had no idea what it was she was seeing. Everything came in flashes: her breath, her pulse, and the impossibility of what was happening around her. flash.. Kisamoa, she heard herself yell, and then suddenly he was there. Only he wasn't. He was articulated by pieces that didn't seem to quite fit, and blood which couldn't be his was dribbling down his chin. The idea of Kisamoa wounded in this way braced itself against Otem's understanding of the diety, and her head suddenly exploded with pain that- flash... The river was gone. But how could it be gone? Otem felt as though she could hear Isopia's voice telling her that if matter could not be destroyed or created, only changed, that the river must have gone somewhere. A flicker of a smile ghosted Otem's lips as a pang of grief constricted her heart. So alike Isopia's voice it was..but of course it couldn't ... flash...black and purple and flash..a giant snake who hissed so loudly that.. flash "This is all your fault!" Somehow Otem was standing on long trembling limbs. Her body felt cold as if it was just remembering that Frostfall (was that what it was called here?) was upon them, and a good deal of shivering was required. The filly wrapped her wings around her body (for comfort? or warmth?) and looked around, bi-coloured eyes wide and pleading. She couldn't have known last time that Kisamoa would hear her cries, just as she couldn't know it now. But still, her lips remained closed as her ears strained in all directions for anything which sounded familiar. "What have we done?"  Otem whispered to the owlet perched on her whither, her voice small and torn and tinged with hope.

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