[open] she sells sea shells

From the outside of creatures. More and more interesting. Osozo holds out the hand that isn't holding the glass, trying to imagine the insides on the outside, in such smooth and pretty shapes as the shells. They can't, not really, but it having their hand already out makes it easy to reach out to touch the new black shape, a delightful amount of give to the smooth item. The mention of Safrin has Osozo's nose wrinkling purely on principle, their eyes narrowing in distaste. "She would not like anything you take from me." They say quickly, though the empty hand moves to the sides of the dress, as if looking for a pocket. "Trinkets... hmmm..." "I have these?' They seemed to find what they were looking for, a hidden pocket somewhere, and pulled out a few rocks splashed with colour, reds and violets and greens. They had been more impressive alongside the rest of the Rainbow Road, but with they still shone in the dullness of the Hollowed Grounds. osozo Electrifying mine chambers wholly scorching out thine sovereignty