One call away

otem Can we go back before the morning took you? And every dream of you was gone Otem, lost in the bittersweet hold of nostalgia was not aware that her contemplative time had been interrupted until it had been. With a jump that Otem immediately tried to stifle and pass off as merely shifting her position, the tribrid turned around to regard the small voice that had indicated that it no Pan. The child didn't resemble Aurelia enough for their relation to be obvious, and although Otem knew the golden mare to have been quite pregnant, her mind didn't make the deductive leap. "Er-" She began, ears flicking backwards uncomfortably and then forcing themselves forward again. "I wasn't talking to you." Otem began, then realized her words might have sounded harsh or curt. "I mean, I was talking to Pan - Pandora-" To assist with this explanation, Pan hopped from Otem's back and hovered in the air before the antlered child, inspecting her with large golden eyes. Otem's own bi-coloured stare found the icy-white orbs of the child unnerving. Was she blind? Well no, of course she wasn't, she'd come all the way here, hadn't she? "If you aren't Pan-" Otem started again, trying her best at being sort of playful, "Who are you?"

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