Osozo
Talk of piles and sorting and organization had Osozo's nose wrinkling, just a little bit. It was not the innate sense they'd been hoping to hear about, wasn't the sense of purpose they wanted to learn about. "So you just remake the old? Forever? Have you remade something more than once before?" Then, a pause as they tried to get the next idea lined up to say it properly. "Do you think the book is the same if everything changes?"
There's another laugh, and a slight shaking of Osozo's head, their hair brightening to a light blue. "I wasn't made to read things. I have to experience them." A book was a step below being told about something, a far step below as far as the demi-god was concerned. At least talking to someone was more personal, gave more information than just reading.
The spire portal was well known to Osozo, part of the information they'd been given by the Voice, but ocean was something new, the grin falling in exchange for pure confusion, their brows pulled together tightly. "Where is the ocean? I haven't heard of it."
There's another laugh, and a slight shaking of Osozo's head, their hair brightening to a light blue. "I wasn't made to read things. I have to experience them." A book was a step below being told about something, a far step below as far as the demi-god was concerned. At least talking to someone was more personal, gave more information than just reading.
The spire portal was well known to Osozo, part of the information they'd been given by the Voice, but ocean was something new, the grin falling in exchange for pure confusion, their brows pulled together tightly. "Where is the ocean? I haven't heard of it."
H I G H F U N C T I O N I N G F L E S H
