Arialla had to laugh a little at that, though it felt cruel to do so. She wondered if Osozo would still find pain illuminating as they actually experienced it, if keeping in mind that they were learning something would help them endure it. "Perhaps not the whole way through."
At the assurance of the Voice's interest, Arialla only nodded, though an ironic smile crossed her face. She doubted the Voice would be so happy to talk to her once she heard what Arialla actually had to say. Osozo might yet regret that invitation.
The conversation had gone much longer than Arialla expected, and she was beginning to notice that people were looking at her basket of shells, looking at Osozo, and then turning away. Not out of dislike for Osozo -- just a polite unwillingness to interrupt. If she wanted to make any trades, Arialla would have to send Osozo on their way. "I'll seek you out if I do choose to speak to the Voice. How would I find you? And ... does she require an offering, as the other gods do?"
please don't take my sunshine away
