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otem
You'll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley You can tell the sun in his jealous sky when we walked in fields of gold Otem carefully scrutinized Melita's response to what was happening below, while at the same time trying to act as casual as she could. Apparently this ... whatever was happening below, was something she shouldn't like, if the brownish girl's reaction was to be her guide. Another filly arrives, and Otem blinks her dual-coloured eyes in greeting, youthful face open and unconcerned. Vastra appears as old as Melita does, but given that Otem hadn't learned much about the world yet, there's nothing in her narrow views to suggest that children don't know as much about the world as adults do. Therefore, she takes each of there words at face value and fully accepts them. "I see.." Otem carefully comments, turning her eyes back to the scene below as her twin arrives. Otem is desperately glad for Vulkan's presence, though she tries not to show it. Somewhere inside she knows that she'll appear weak for needing her twin to increase her confidence, and so she merely smiles and nods towards him, ears perking forward to catch his studious assessment of what is happening. But…shouldn’t they be given a chance? Not wanting to be painted as the villain, Otem immediately jumped on these words. She wanted one of the eggs for herself, because they were pretty. Like her brother, she wasn't necessarily too concerned with life or death or the morality of just watching the owl and her eggs perish, but something told her Melita might mind. And already, unlike her mother, Otem was very aware of other's perceptions of her. "We're part of nature too." Otem said, looking to Vulkan and trying to seem clever. "We can be forces of nature in our own right. And if we choose to intervene, that's part of nature too then." Next the filly turned to Melita and Vastra. "Come on, let's at least try." Otem grinned, trying to build some sort of camaraderie that would obligate them to follow her. She tried to appear bold, but she would feel awfully stupid charging down towards the water solo. "RAAWWWWWWWWR" The filly screeched, running down to the sands. She kicked the sand furiously as she went, trying to deter the snakes and scare them away. |
@Vastra
