Osozo
"The Loreseekers?" Now that sounded like something Osozo would be interested in, if it was what they were imagining. Though they weren't entirely sure what they were imagining, other than a nebulous mass of knowledge sharing, a more physical form of the transfer they'd received from the Voice. "I didn't think paper or leather could be restored. I thought it all had to be replaced when it was worn out?"
Thin lips purse into a disappointed line, Osozo's head cocking to the side. "I only saw the sands, the trees, and the snow. And I am certain it isn't Torchline." There's a thin sigh heaved through their nose, before the questions pull them out of the mood, the Demi-god leaning in to clap a hand to Sam's cheek. "The Voice wants the portals opened. The whole continent connected, for everyone!" It seemed obvious, but so did many things, when they were said out loud for the first time.
Thin lips purse into a disappointed line, Osozo's head cocking to the side. "I only saw the sands, the trees, and the snow. And I am certain it isn't Torchline." There's a thin sigh heaved through their nose, before the questions pull them out of the mood, the Demi-god leaning in to clap a hand to Sam's cheek. "The Voice wants the portals opened. The whole continent connected, for everyone!" It seemed obvious, but so did many things, when they were said out loud for the first time.
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