Can we go back before the morning took you?
And every dream of you was gone
Lineage confirmed, Otem regarded Aei'ith with real interest now, wondering who on earth the father could have been. Aurelia mentioned that she had spent several years away from Helovia, but at this present moment Otem couldn't quite remember what the timeline was. Should Otem know who the father was, too? But the antlers and barring and pale eyes offered no clues. Though to be fair, Otem had only been a newborn back in Helovia. She picked up on details, but assessing Helovia's stallions was not something she normally spent her time doing.
Was dat?
Otem's eyes nearly go cross-eyed as she tried to focus on the small charm swinging back and forth. "It means autumn." Otem explained, trying to pronounce the season in a way that made it different from her own name. Only .. that wasn't really possible.
Otem expects Aei'ith to show her some small token of her own as the filly steps back, but all too quickly her body is covered in flames. Eyes wide, Otem takes a hasty step back, her mind instantly wishing she had control of water just as her mother did. Before she can yell or do much of anything, the flames extinguish and the filly is left unscathed, looking quite proud of herself. "That certainly is a thing." Otem readily agrees with wide-eyed wonder.
At first Otem thought she must have heard wrong. Was she Aurelia's momma? Why would she - Momma's sister? Then the girl finally asked how Otem knew her mother, and suddenly it all made sense. Perhaps like Otem, everyone Aei'ith had met had been part of Aurelia's family. If that was the case, it would make sense that she would think that Otem too must be part of that family. Indeed, when Otem first came to the Rift it was almost impossible for her to bump into someone she wasn't related to. If Aei'ith was already experiencing that in her short life, the dirt-coloured mare felt sorry for her. "No I just met her a few weeks ago." Otem clarified almost uncertainly, and then her face lit up with a smile. "But I had heard of your mother, back in Helovia. They tell stories about her." Otem nodded with grave seriousness, to try and play-up the mythic figure she was trying to paint Aurelia as.
Rocks. White thing. That could be ... well, basically anywhere! "Was it high up? Or by the water? Were there lots of trees, like a jungle?"
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