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 listens with rapt eagerness to this lesson in language and linguistics. Rather than being put-off at the slightly offended tone her mother used, she appreciated it. Something about the way "I see.." She begins, gold and burgundy eyes narrowing slightly as she allowed her mind a moment to digest the new information. "That doesn't seem that hard to understand..So why do so many of the others still allow themselves to be called something so mundane? Something so uninformative?" There was another question on her lips, some sort of unspoken but felt assumption. It wasn't that there was something wrong with them, it was that there was something wrong with her. With Isopia. And very likely with Otem as well. Possibly Vulkan too. How much of what made Isopia the strange creature that she was and had come to be known as, coloured Otem's blood? Was she destined to become the same sort of creature as her mother was? |
[PRIVATE] What you're destined to become
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06-05-2017, 03:34 PM
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