Between Zuriel and Amun, Osozo was back to normal, so quickly, so easily that it almost seemed like nothing had happened at all, and isn't that an interesting thought for a different time. Carried as they are, they don't really get much choice in where to go, what they do, but they do mumble a quiet protest to Amun's words, their brows pulling together. "If there was someone to take care of it..." As a new life themself, it seemed like an unnecessary cruelty, when the mother had already perished.
Amun was already moving by the time an idea occurred to them, Osozo twisting just a little to call out to the tall stranger, who had offered the unicorn, who had created the ice. "Can you make metal? If there's metal around it, it will stick to me!" Perhaps a desperate gamble, but it felt like a creative use of something that had simply been a hassle up until this point. Regardless of if their request happens or not, they do their best to keep an eye out for anything rising beneath Amun, prepared to reach out, hopefully with enough speed to touch any landsharks before they have a chance to bite.
Osozo asks if Deimos can create metal around the faun so they can take advantage of their passive magnetism. They also watch for cresting landsharks, ready to use their glitch ability to keep Amun safe
Magic: Glitch | Via touch, can affect a hand-sized area of organic material. All sensory abilities dramatically diminish for roughly 1 minute (or 1-post). Skin feels tingly-numb, circulation slows, eyes would lose focus, tongues and lips would lose sensation, and association motor-functions would become sluggish and difficult.
Type: Dark | Rank: Basic
OSOZO
I've been having the strangest dreams, baby
