One call away

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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