[open] she sells sea shells

Pale eyes float back up to the woman's face as she explains, violet suddenly overtaking the irises as Osozo leaned in. "So these are skeletons, in way, right?" Except, of course, the one in their hand, that the sun shone through so prettily. "Skeletons and old glass." So simple, yet still so pretty. Osozo moves to hold the glass between them, almost offering it back to her, but not quite going the full distance. "What kinds of things are you hoping to trade for? I will admit, I don't have much yet, but I want this." They twisted the piece back and forth, head cocked and expectant as they awaited the answer, ready to barter. osozo Electrifying mine chambers wholly scorching out thine sovereignty