Their gaze worked, magnetizing the familiar woman towards Osozo, a fact that came as no surprise to the Demi-god. For a moment, they stared at each other, honeyed eyes meeting multicoloured ones, though they didn't move right away, didn't shift. They let the other approach them. Osozo fixes a smile to their face, straightens up, and just for show, raises their glass to their lips, so they can have the moment to think about their first words. Though, the other makes it easy on them.
"I am." They conceded easily, no grace missing from their voice, though it was still a far cry from the boisterous act they'd put on in the Grounds. There's a moment's pause, before they continue, offering another fact, wondering how exactly the conversation was going to go. "You're... Aisha, aren't you? You were at the murder... party?" Hands come up to add some fanfare to the words, though it brings with it a discomfort, hair and eyes both turning a dark, queasy green. What a nasty bit of foreshadowing that had been.
OSOZO
The touch and gaze of those to whom we are less than nothing
