Pixellated Dreams

another mind, another soul, another body to grow old. it's not complicated. Back where Otem had come from, magic wasn't anything to sneeze at. She herself was the grandaughter of a God - she'd been blessed with just about as much power as anyone you could meet. Magic had been rampant in Helovia but as she'd just told this mare, this wasn't Helovia. This was The Rift and things were very different here. "Well.." Otem said cautiously, looking at the neon marking that was now on Pixel's shoulder. "I can tell you that doesn't normally happen. Seems like you have magic to me. Maybe it actually gave you something?" This last question was more or less rhetorical. Otem didn't expect Pixel to have an answer, but it certainly would explain things. Although ... did that mean the presence could actually be nice at times? So why hadn't it been before? Shaking her ram-horned head Otem forced herself to smile and focus on the task at hand. "It's nice to meet you too. Here-" Otem turned her nose towards her shoulder where a small sphere of glowing light was hovering gently, as if floating on an invisible sea. As Otem looked at it, it suddenly split into two distinct shapes. One remained at Otem's side, and the other floated gently towards Pixel. "It's a ball of hope." The tribrid explained, her voice matter-of-fact and calm. She'd given this explanation more than once now. "This place...parts of it are sick. And we've all been asked by one of the Gods to help heal it. You don't really need to do anything, the hope will go to those who don't have it, just like mine did to you." Otem offered a more genuine smile now and sighed. "Where do you come from? Did you mean to come here?"

_{art by Chloe!}