[open] she sells sea shells

If Osozo is offended by the stare, it's impossible to tell by their face, an unblinking gaze focused on the girl, a wide grin spread over their face, and their head cocked to the side. Waiting. As the explanation was given, Osozo leaned forward, peering into the basket with a renewed interest. "Where do they come from? Before the beach?" Without asking, they reached out, trying to lift a piece of sea glass from the basket towards the sun, to catch the light as it shone through. osozo Electrifying mine chambers wholly scorching out thine sovereignty