another mind, another soul, another body to grow old. it's not complicated.
"errr.. well.." Otem stammered, unsure of how to really answer the mare's question. Truthfully Kisamoa hadn't really been too forthcoming with details, and nor had the Matron. They had been given the balls of hope and were told to spread them ... when they came across someone without one, the balls naturally spliced themselves into two. From what Otem had seen they were completely ineffective against the black curtains of darkness that separated some of the lands. "More or less. The hope will split, like mine just did, if you meet anyone who doesn't have one. I think ... I think it's like the more hope that's around, the healthier this place becomes. I haven't actually seen any of the hope do anything, but perhaps it's just in its early stages."
As the pale mare mentioned that she had been separated from her family, Otem nodded understanding. She too had lost her family, only unlike Pixel, they had come through the portal as well. They just ... had never really stuck around. "We don't have a name yet or anything, but a few of us are gathering near the abandoned city. It's called Halyven - you can't miss it. We aren't ... it isn't like a herd or anything, we're just making sure to look out for one another." Otem smiled, trying to sound more optimistic than she felt. They really should be a herd. That would make much more sense than just grouping together.
"I lost a lot of friends and family too...but it isn't so bad here. There are some really good parts. And who knows, maybe you're magic now?" She added, trying to make the smile on her lips come across as genuine.
The Portal
