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Waker, who at one point had struck Otem as the brooding intellectual type, now seemed like the sulking passive-aggressive type. The autumn-coloured mare held no real love for Varuna, or for anyone else really, but she was at least clever enough to know that in these early days of ... of whatever all of this was, making enemies likely wasn't the best way to go. "It isn't far." She added after Waker's oh-so-helpful description. "It's close to where the portal is." Before much more could be said, he arrived. Looking like a creature from some literal black lagoon, Otem was caught between glances at Waker's receding form, and Kisamoa's approaching one. Her competitive nature wanted to send her swiftly after the dark stallion so that he wouldn't reach Halyven before her (He'd already given Varuna part of his hope. Why hadn't she thought of that first?!), but of course she wanted to hear what Kisamoa had to say about all of this. Was he here to offer words of encouragement? To tell them how to better spread their hope? "We're spreading hope to the next set of locations.." Otem answered, trying to sound both casual and knowledgeable. Her bi-coloured eyes glanced towards the sword floating ominously at the god-man's side. Her mother had been the last one to possess that sword, and seeing it next to the sludge-covered god filled her with a sense of forboding. otem I'm a cold day in august, I'm a stream too shallow. I'm a heart-shaped box with no letter inside.

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