Osozo
"Are many books in danger of crumbling?" This question is a little more pointed, a little more sly. "I mean, are you usually busy with the books?" There was another interested tilt to their head, the disappointment from moments before melting away with the renewed questions. "Having the same words doesn't make it the same." They protest, brows furrowing. "Taking the soul out of one body and putting it into another doesn't make the same person again, does it?" Not that Sam would know it, but Osozo themself was almost an example of that. Almost.
Confusion only continues to sweep over the Demi-gods face at Sam's answer, brows pulling together and a sharp violet spreading over hair and eyes, the hues almost matching. "There is no water near the sands I know." They hold their hands out like they're holding a book, like they're making an offering. "Snow is here," the fingers on the left hand wiggle, "sand is here," now the right hand, "and in the middle, Caido sits!" They clap suddenly, watching Sam carefully for his reaction.
Confusion only continues to sweep over the Demi-gods face at Sam's answer, brows pulling together and a sharp violet spreading over hair and eyes, the hues almost matching. "There is no water near the sands I know." They hold their hands out like they're holding a book, like they're making an offering. "Snow is here," the fingers on the left hand wiggle, "sand is here," now the right hand, "and in the middle, Caido sits!" They clap suddenly, watching Sam carefully for his reaction.
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