[open] she sells sea shells

Osozo hummed softly in response, though the conversation was a little beyond them at the moment. It was difficult to carry on a conversation about the usefulness of something they hadn't experienced. This was a conversation to put a pin in for later, when they could offer a more nuanced opinion. The Demi-god beamed, arms spreading out to be admired, hair blooming in soft pinks and purples. "Thank you." They knew they were never going to fit in, so they could at least stand out on purpose. "I'll see you soon." Came the soft voice, Osozo recognizing the end of the conversation at least, even if the attempts to steer it in that direction more quickly had been lost. They offered the once priestess a sincere smile before stepping away, searching for whatever was going to draw their attention next. Done~ osozo Electrifying mine chambers wholly scorching out thine sovereignty