Can we go back before the morning took you?
And every dream of you was gone
She recognizes Kiada and Raein and no one else. This lack of recognition seems to drive home the point made to her by Raein not so long ago. She couldn't count on Helovian's to make anything of this place. Couldn't count on them to band together, to carve out a place for themselves in this strange world. Was it possible they had found a way out and just left her here? Or had they just lost themselves in and to the Rift? but no, Otem wouldn't blame their misfortune on the Rift. After her battle with the Magnus Metus her confidence in the Rift had been restored. It was like what the bizarre creature had said, things were better before the darkness.
The last time the autumn-flecked girl had seen Kisamoa, she'd been wailing over the phantasmic reproduction of her mother, slowly being drowned in stone. Her mother had said a final goodbye, before asking Zekle to join her in the afterworld. Zekle, but not her. Swallowing those memories, Otem shuffled to stand more or less by Raein, though closer to Kisamoa than he was standing. They were not friends, not after one simple conversation, but in this crowd of strangers, it made the not-yet-woman feel slightly more grounded in the group, to be near one face she recognized.
Pandora, nestled into Otem's mane, poked her head out and rotated it almost 360 to get a look at all who had come. The owelet's gaze finally settled back upon Kisamoa and the odd assortment of items that now accompanied him. Neither she nor her bonded recalled him wearing a cloak before, or having a sword. "I think .. Isn't that the sword Virgil had? Before mother killed him? How is it here?" She whispered to Pandora, who had hopped forward to sit upon the girls' forehead. Shrugging (and because the owl didn't really have shoulders, it was more of a scrunchy-motion), Pandora nibbled gently on Otem's forelock and waited.
Solanis
