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05-31-2017, 07:33 PM
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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 hadn't been expecting anyone to join her. Then again, in this brand new world full of brand new experiences, she really didn't expect much of anything yet; her mind was a blank slate of experience. So as the girl walked up behind her, Otem's entire body tensed, then jumped. However as she spun around to look at the new arrival, her face was startled but pleasant. "I'm Otem." She mumbled hurriedly. The filly had never had to introduce herself anymore, so she just followed Melita's example, hoping that it would do. Looking over her shoulder, her bi-coloured eyes fixated on the owl and the snakes below. Long dark eyelashes darkened her vision for a moment as she turned back to the older girl. "That." She replied simply, no ethical judgement in her voice, worry, or concern. Life hadn't taught her enough yet to suggest that they should help, or that she shouldn't be watching the viscous struggle occurring below. "The round things in the middle look pretty." Otem observed, motioning towards the eggs as the (presumably) mother owl continued to try and defend her nest against the group of snakes. |
@Melita
