I will stand by you forever; you can take my breath away
There are others of their kin that she regards warmly, loves, even - and those she sees as half-protegees, those who could be her particular brand of strong. And it’s a very particular kind, indeed; but until now, there was no one like Osozo.
Jealousy still simmers in the Wraith, despite his (forgive her, she doesn’t know they are not a he) kind words about her brightness and his obvious infancy. There’s some comfort in knowing that the Voice chose her, and that Osozo was made, because she finally could do something like that. His very existence is a comment on their Lady’s growing prowess and power - stepping beyond Ascension to something more.
Is he a test run? What is he meant to do, if anything? Questions flit through her head as she waits for the other demigod - no, her youngest brother - at the base of their mother's former prison. A fitting, symbolic place, she thinks, for them to begin their relationship.
Jealousy still simmers in the Wraith, despite his (forgive her, she doesn’t know they are not a he) kind words about her brightness and his obvious infancy. There’s some comfort in knowing that the Voice chose her, and that Osozo was made, because she finally could do something like that. His very existence is a comment on their Lady’s growing prowess and power - stepping beyond Ascension to something more.
Is he a test run? What is he meant to do, if anything? Questions flit through her head as she waits for the other demigod - no, her youngest brother - at the base of their mother's former prison. A fitting, symbolic place, she thinks, for them to begin their relationship.
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