Osozo hadn’t been close with Rexanna, in any meaningful way, but there was still a touch of sorrow, still an icy fist of heaviness in their gut. Grief. And it had come so much sooner than they’d thought.
There was an obligation to arrive, to be there for Family, and it was one Osozo filled only a little reluctantly, posture stiff, and hair jet. There nothing flashy, apart from the uncomfortable green that lurked in their eyes, but it never had the chance to be seen, the Demi-god proceeding quietly to one of the seats and planting down. Their gaze wandered around the room then, careful to stay away from Bastien, away from anyone. It all looked so elegant. She must have been great, to be honoured like this.
OSOZO
The touch and gaze of those to whom we are less than nothing
