Slowly, like water dripping down his back, Sam became aware of a feeling of being watched, the sensation creeping over him in the time of a few waves beating against the pier. He turned, finding himself more nervous than was probably rational to see who was behind him; thoughts of assassins or possibly Wessex back for another round of chastising came to mind.
When he saw Osozo, it was both a relief and a somewhat unnerving shock; he had not met the Demi God one to one since their birth and Sam knew that of all the people to be mad someone had left the Voice, Osozo had to be one of the most likely. He swallowed anxiously, but they didn't seem to say anything.
Best to start it off pleasantly, then.
Taking a couple of steps forwards, Sam tried to adopt a smile. "Hello Osozo. Did you come to see the ocean? It's lovely, isn't it?"
