[open] she sells sea shells

Though the settlement itself was not particularly interesting, there was still the urge to wander through them, to take in all the sights, to talk to the people when the chance arose. Osozo didn't think they'd stopped wandering once since they'd come alive, but today there was something new in the market, an unfamiliar voice, offering unfamiliar wares. "What... is a shell?" The light voice preceded the body, all angles and strange shifting in a long boxy dress, with a shock of pale pale green hair, and bright, nearly white eyes. The face was all curiosity. osozo Electrifying mine chambers wholly scorching out thine sovereignty