[open] she sells sea shells

The Demi-gods face twists at the idea presented, jumping off the Spire. It sounded so inelegant, like such a waste. ”Are you going to jump off the spire?” There is concern, under the curious tone, behind the wide pale eyes. It hadn’t necessarily sounded serious, but they had already learned they had no real skill in reading people, jump in observing. ”I’ve never mourned anything before.” Osozo offered, feeling quite clever to have to gotten to this point, though they hadn’t the foggiest idea of where to go from here. ”How do you change it?” Arialla has humoured them up until this point, and they felt safe prodding just a little more. osozo Electrifying mine chambers wholly scorching out thine sovereignty