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06-05-2017, 04:06 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 Although Otem already knows the answer, she allows herself to fall silent as if she's contemplating Isopia's question. In actuality, precisely this has been in the forefront of the young filly's thoughts practically since she was born. As soon as she took her first stumbling steps away from her mother's side, both with and without Vulkan, she knew in her soul that there was something very different about both she and her twin. She was perhaps not quite like Isopia, but she was far closer to her mother's mindset than she would ever be to the rest of the herd. Otem was different. "I don't think I'm the same. I...I think I can understand the things they are feeling. It's like I know what i'm supposed to be feeling, I just...I just don't." Otem's wings drooped slightly from her sides, as if she had done something wrong. Her ram-horned skull dropped closer to the ground as if gravity had exerted a stronger hold on her suddenly. |
