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Otem the Hopebringer
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otem


Can we go back before the morning took you?
And every dream of you was gone



It was so strange being here.

Otem knew that Kisamoa had brought back the four lands which were originally his, from Helovia, but that knowledge didn't seem to help. Standing in the flats the dirt-coloured girl couldn't help but feel that if she turned just the right way, she'd see the Endless Blue, or Helovia's Heart. Those lands used to be close to this place, didn't they? Shockingly, Otem could no longer remember. 

"Mom?" Otem whispered as her wings groped for the pendant around her neck. 
"What was this land near before?" The tribrid paused, praying it would be the voice of her mother who answered, and not the mocking, sneering one that occasionally did. "That depends." Came Isopia's flat and academic tones. "Before these lands were here. And so they are near whatever they are near now. Presumably though you meant in Helovia. In which case the answer is the Thistle Meadow, and Heart Caves. The new lands were pulled in to the eastern portion of Helovia." 

The voice wasn't really Isopia, and so there was no how are you's or I miss you's, but it still made Otem feel a bit better to hear her mother's voice.

"So, if we stand like this-" Otem turned, speaking to Pandora now, "-we would see the meadow! Do you remember it Pan?" On her withers, the owlet hooted her agreement and nodded.

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Aei'ith
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The babe had no idea why she was here or how she even managed to get here, but alas, here she was. She was young and tired and so very bored. However, she knew that to sleep here was to get lost here so she trudged on, her still-wobbly legs haphazardly carrying her bit by bit across the expanse. At her flanks, her fairly useless baby-fuzz wings flapped around simply out of boredom (and maybe curiosity about how they worked). Every now and then, an exasperated snort would tumble from her tapered snout as she trudged on, clueless as to how to get back to her momma.

Up ahead, Aei'ith noticed a large figure looming. She couldn't exactly make out all of its details, but she could tell it was a horse. Her lagging step picked up with excitement as she headed towards it. As she grew closer, she could make out more of its detail, her eyes searching the foreign figure. Aei'ith was small- around 36 inches small. Seeing the enormous 17hh stranger gave her goosebumps, but she continued closer. Her momma was much smaller than that, and Aei'ith hadn't really met any other adults yet, so seeing this large beast was equally nerve-wracking as it was exciting.

The small babe approaches the stranger from behind, mesmerized by her thick, full-length tail. Aei'ith was in the habit of chewing her momma's tail short (something many foals do) so seeing a fully grown one was just... wow. She was distracted by the mare's tail as she approached, but her fluffy ears caught the tail end of the stranger's words. "My name no Pan!" She giggled, wondering why the stranger called her Pan. That wasn't her name, her name is Aei'ith! After a moment, she figured the mare had nicknamed her that so she accepted it as such- her own personal nickname, she'd never had one (except when momma called her baby).

Aei'ith was fairly uncultured so far and thought it was normal to simply stand behind the stranger, instead of positioning herself in a way that would cultivate eye contact and the likes. The foal made no move to change where she stood, despite how awkward it was, so it would all be up to the mare to move in order to achieve a more 'normal' positioning. "What I remember?" The babe inquired, still completely unaware that the question (and the nickname) were not for her, but for the mare's companion (which the foal still hadn't noticed).

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Otem the Hopebringer
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#3


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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Aei'ith
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The mare's words are abrupt and snappy. I wasn't talking to you. Aei'ith's mouth opens into a small O shape, wondering why the mare had lied to her. "I Pan?" She asked briefly, before the mare continued, explaining that she wasn't talking to Aei'ith, but Pandora, the bird. The foal was small, and could not see what was a top of the mare's back until it hoped around and flew before her like some sort of ninja. Aei'ith, completely unsure what to do, shoved her snout towards the bird. "Hi Pandoooowaaaah!" The child couldn't properly pronounce the bird's name, but tried her hardest regardless. She clacks her teeth at the bird as a sign of respect, something many foals do to their superiors (which Aei'ith saw Pandora as).

You see, Aei'ith hadn't seen many companions (because she was fairly new at the whole living thing) and Aurelia certainly hadn't explained the concept to her (which was understandable because of her dead companion), leaving Aei'ith simply not knowing what this bird was doing hanging around this mare. Aei'ith simply assumed it was magic that kept the two together, which was a rather intelligent guess, yet it wasn't surprising she guessed it was magic. Anything that didn't make sense to the babe she chalked up to as magic. Why was grass green? Certainly not chlorophyll- no, it was magic. Why were there clouds and sun and rain and the moon and stars and anything? Must be magic. So it wasn't all that surprising when she decided in her underdeveloped mind that the bird seeming to understand what they were saying as magic.

The mare breaks her from her thoughts, asking her who she is. Excitement bubbles within her at the opportunity to say who she is which makes her momentarily forget the correction the mare had just made. "I Pan!" She offers the stranger a mostly gummy grin, her baby teeth just starting to come in, leaving large sections of her gum exposed as she smiles. After a moment, her happy expression is lost and morphs into a more focused one. "No wait," she says in a concerned manner, her milky eyes flicking back to the bird. "That you!" She offers another grin, an even bigger one than the last. "I Aei'ith!" Her name is so odd, but she figures the stranger will have no trouble pronouncing it. It's like saying the letter i, following by an eeth. If the newborn could say it, the two-year-old before her certainly should be able to too. "You who?" Of course, her underdeveloped speech and awkward toddler lisp force her to say and pronounce everything in a slightly skewed way, but it wasn't indiscernible.

Otem the Hopebringer
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otem


Can we go back before the morning took you?
And every dream of you was gone



Pandora, a much more compassionate soul than Otem would ever be, hooted happily as the young filly did her best to pronounce her name. She even hovered more or less levelly before the girl and allowed the chomping of her gums. To the owl of course this seemed rather predatory and she would have preferred a kind glance from the antlered babe, but Pandora understood that equines were rather strange creatures, especially the young ones. Offering a wink of her large golden eyes, Pandora flew a lazy circle around Aei'ith before returning to her perch on Otem's back.

As the filly once again pronounces herself Pan, Otem wonders if there isn't something wrong with her ... you know, mentally. The thought makes Otem feel incredibly awkward and uncomfortable. If there was some sort of deficiency in the girl, why was she here alone? Who would let her roam around so freely if her mind was not up to the task?

Luckily the child clarified, although the sounds that left her lips were rather odd. Aye, eeeth? Was that her name, or some bit of childish jargon? Not wanting to press the filly - whose mental faculties were still rather questionable - Otem decided simply to carry on the conversation and gain more information.

"I'm Otem." The older girl said, nodding her ram horned skull. "I'm a tribrid like you, see?" Otem raised one wing, and tapped the ram horns on her skull with a smile. Back in Helovia the rare tri-genes were more rare. Here however....perhaps that wasn't the case. It was just one more aspect of Otem that was no longer unique.

"Are you here all alone?" Otem asked, casting her burgundy and gold gaze around to try and spy anyone else who the young girl might belong to.

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Aei'ith
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Otem, which the mare says is her name, says she's a tribrid and then uses her wing and points at her horn. Ae'ith cocks her small head sideways, watching Otem carefully. Momma also said Aei'ith was a tribrid, and had even explained it to the babe, but it was hard to tell when someone was a unicorn or uniquine or pegasus or pegiquine or tribrid or pegicorn. A lot of the species overlapped, so it was hard to tell at first glance who was what and what was what. Otem is an adult though, she's more developed and educated, so Aei'ith declares inwardly that when she gets to be as big as Otem she'll be able to tell the differences also. "Awwwwwtum!" As she had with Pandora, Aei'ith repeats Otem's name in her garbled speech, trying to memorize it. Foals were not the best at remembering small details like names, so repeating it to herself would allow her to do so. "Tri means twee!" She was proud of this little tidbit of knowledge. To most, the fact that tri alludes to three would be common sense, but Aei'ith was new in this world, others' common senses were her fun facts.

Aei'ith never understood how she was a tribrid and her momma was simply a pegasus. Having not been explained the birds and the bees (and never having met her papa), it made no sense a tribrid could come out of a pegasus, so she, again, told herself must be magic. She wondered where Otem came from and how she was so big and if she had kids like momma did. Was Pandora Otem's baby? If a tribrid could come out of a pegasus, surely a bird could come out of something that is part pegasus, like a tribrid (aka Otem).

Aei'ith is brought back from her thoughts by Otem's simple question. Her fluffy ears swivel on top of her small head as she tries to conjure up an answer. "Wellllllll, uhhh. Momma is.." Trying to remember where momma is, her brows furrow. "Somewhere," she concludes with uncertainty, but what is expected of a newborn? "I wanted to explore, but momma said, not there!" she imitated momma's voice poorly, halfway reenacting the scene for Otem. "But den I go with no momma!" Aei'ith had, in all sense of the word, run away from momma. "I no know how to be back." She gave an awkward horse-shrug, her shoulders raising awkwardly.

Aei'ith was in the habit of wandering away from her momma to explore. It's what she was doing now so in her mind she wasn't necessarily lost but she definitely wasn't where she was supposed to be and could not get back. To anyone around her, she would seem helplessly lost, but maybe to the foal she was just exploring, unaware of the dangers that lurked around her at every corner.

Otem the Hopebringer
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otem


Can we go back before the morning took you?
And every dream of you was gone



Interestingly, the child was toeing the line between being educated, and possibly being intellectually lacking. The way she drew out Otem's name might have been childishly sweet, or was it simply because the girl couldn't actually force her tongue to work in tandem with her brain? Tri means three, while correct was still said with that childish impediment. Otem who had never gone through the awkward phase of not being able to say certain consonant and vowel sounds found the girl's speech to be peculiar, rather than completely ordinary.

As Aei'ith began to answer Otem's question, her speech seemed to dramatically improve, as did the quality of her answers. Even as the baby imitated her mother, the dirt-marked girl-woman still didn't recognize it as Aurelia. Although the golden mare and she might be friends by now, still Otem wasn't familiar enough to recognize the mimic. But just as quickly as it had come, the child's vocal progressions abruptly stopped as she indicated that she was actually sort of lost.

"Well..." Otem began, feeling immediately uncomfortable with being the grown up in this situation. "...what did the place look like, where you last saw your mother?" Not that I'll recognize it, Otem thought defeatedly. Although she had explored much of this place, she really didn't have a good grasp on the geography. And even if Aei'ith was from one of the lands Otem had visited, who was to say the child would do a good enough job of describing it that Otem would understand?

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Aei'ith
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Otem didn't answer Aei'ith's fun fact, which makes a crestfallen expression dash across her face and her ears to droop pathetically. Did Otem not enjoy the fun fact as much as the babe had? Adults are boring. Even momma aknowledged her words with a smile or laugh or something- Otem didn't; Otem was weird.

After elaborately reenacting what had happened to Otem, not even a facial expression alludes to her understanding of what Aei'ith is saying. Little did Otem that how she thought Aei'ith may be intellectually deficient, Aei'ith thought the same about Otem.

Otem asks what the scenery was like where she came from. Aei'ith, again, shrugs. "Rocks, lossss of rocks." She nodded her head, confirming her words. "A-and... a white.. thing." She didn't know how to describe where she had ventured away from Aurelia at. "Norfwes," she declared. She knew it was that direction, she just didn't know where northwest was. She did not have a compass handy.

Aei'ith was bored of this conversation. Otem had so. many. questions. Aei'ith decided to ask her own questions, curiosity engulfing her mind like a wildfire. "You from where Awwwwwtum?" Aei'ith knew her momma was from Helovia, maybe Otem was too. The babe never really asked anyone where they are from, Otem was the first. "Momma Helovia!" She grinned once more, excited to talk about her momma. Since she didn't know a lot besides things about her momma, it was fairly easy to divulge information about her. Many things she may not know about the mare who birthed her, but there was certainly some things that she would know.

Otem the Hopebringer
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otem


Can we go back before the morning took you?
And every dream of you was gone



Rocks.

Lots of rocks.

Oh, and a white thing. Internally Otem groaned. This was going to be much harder than she thought. And then surprisingly, Northwest. Confused, Otem looked down at the girl scrupulously, trying to decide whether or not she should be believed. Aei'ith didn't know the name of the land, but knew its cardinal directions? And was it northwest of where they currently were, or just ... northwest in general?

As the girl asked where Otem was from, the ram-horned girl's mind flit back to the meeting she had called on the Pinnacle. Was that where Otem was now from? Is that where she lived? For some reason the idea didn't really cohere well, and she was about to say as much when the child continued.

Momma Helovia!

Otem's breath caught and finally the deductive cogs in her brain started turning. Never mind that it was highly unprobable that out of everyone, this child should just happen to be the offspring of the only pregnant mare that Otem knew of. "Aurelia?" Otem breathed, almost disbelieving the connection as the word left her lips. "Is your mother Aurelia?" And then, not realizing she'd been holding a breath, Otem suddenly let it out. Even Pandora hopped forward, eager to hear the girl's answer. "And yes, I'm from Helovia too. Or .. I was. I think this is home now." She concluded non-comittally, still not really sure how she felt about calling The Rift her home.

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Aei'ith
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Otem says Aei'ith's momma's name and Aei'ith nods excessively in the most overdramatic way. "Yuuuup!" She pops the 'p' at the end of her yup and continues nodding for a moment longer, expressing the fact that yes, Aurelia is her mom. "Aurla! Momma!" It should be no surprise that Aei'ith cannot pronounce Aurelia, she couldn't pronounce anything.

Otem confirms she's Helovian and Aei'ith breathes in deeply, prepared to launch a few more lisped words, but forgets what she was going to say, her mouth hanging open, waiting for words to fall from it, but none do so it shuts quickly. Her excited, milky eyes focus on Otem's horns, more specifically the horn with the thing. "Was dat?" Her soft muzzle reaches towards the thing hanging from it. Aei'ith didn't have any swanky items like that, only fire magic. "I haf a thing!" She steps back a few times quickly, before standing tall and proud. In the blink of an eye, her body is entirely engulfed in flames. Unfortunately, the heat of the flames and the smoke proves to be a lot for the small child to take in so the fire only lasts a moment. "Momma fire too!" Stepping towards Otem again, a sense of pride washes over her. Otem had a horn thing and Aei'ith had the fire thing. They were basically twins in Aei'ith's eyes. And then, she remembers her question:

"You Aur-... a.. aurla's? momma's?" The babe wasn't asking if Otem was owned by Aurelia, but was actually asking if she was Aurelia's child. Either way, her speech was garbled and even though it made sense to the child, who knows if it would make sense to the mare. Aei'ith basically assumed anyone who had maybe a little bit of gold and some strange items was part of her family, be it sister or something more distant. "Momma's sister?" If Otem was to say no to being Aei'ith's sister, she at least hoped she was her aunt or something along those lines. "How you know momma?"

She wasn't sure what to say now, but the polite thing (she assumed) to do was to ask. "You see momma?" Her head cocks to the side slightly, expressive and inquisitive. "I no know where she is, but we find her! Rocks! White thing!" The child was straining herself trying to describe the place where she'd last seen her momma. She wasn't sure what more she could say besides what she'd already said. Otem would have to ask the baby questions in order to get anything besides rocks and white thing- such is the struggle when conversing with children, but even more specifically- toddlers.