Osozo
The Demi-god purses their lips tightly, head tilted so far to the side it looks uncomfortable now, and stare sat Sam, waiting for the answer with an aggressively impatient patience. "How do you decide what to remake? Is there a list, a guideline, or do you just feel it?" It seemed like an important skill to have, the ability to just feel what you were meant to do, some kind of compass needle in your chest pointing towards where you were always meant to go. "I'd like to read books about the things I don't know yet." A simple answer to a simple question.
"The woods denizens... the ah, fey, they don't like us because of the portals, yes?" There is a moment of thought, regardless of how Sam answers, then a light scoff. "The trees seemed the least interesting. I want to know more about the desert, and the mountains." Extreme locations, at the very edges of what a mortal can withstand. Places like that are where they can thrive, where their numbers can grow.
"The woods denizens... the ah, fey, they don't like us because of the portals, yes?" There is a moment of thought, regardless of how Sam answers, then a light scoff. "The trees seemed the least interesting. I want to know more about the desert, and the mountains." Extreme locations, at the very edges of what a mortal can withstand. Places like that are where they can thrive, where their numbers can grow.
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