One call away

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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