Osozo
It takes more time to be noticed than they expect, but they are a patient creature, still and staring and utterly unsure of what it is they're feeling. Betrayal, perhaps, but perhaps not. There is no motion to the Demi-god as their once sibling, as far as they know, turns, hesitates, in a strangely human way. The green of their eyes flickers for a moment, shuddering in a way Osozo can not let out physically.
Silence follows Sam's words, a moment frozen in time, stretching out longer and longer between them. Finally, mercifully, Osozo deigned to pop it, their voice flat, emotionless. "No. I came to seek shelter through Longnight." Their head tilts, a curtain of hair shifting from white to puce as it moves. "Did you come to see the ocean, Samuel?"
Their purpose is not to be threatening, or intimidating. Mother has far more suitable tools than them for that, but in the moment, Osozo wishes they were a touch more frightening, more unsettling. Perhaps it would add more weight to their words. "Why do you seem so afraid, Samuel?"
Silence follows Sam's words, a moment frozen in time, stretching out longer and longer between them. Finally, mercifully, Osozo deigned to pop it, their voice flat, emotionless. "No. I came to seek shelter through Longnight." Their head tilts, a curtain of hair shifting from white to puce as it moves. "Did you come to see the ocean, Samuel?"
Their purpose is not to be threatening, or intimidating. Mother has far more suitable tools than them for that, but in the moment, Osozo wishes they were a touch more frightening, more unsettling. Perhaps it would add more weight to their words. "Why do you seem so afraid, Samuel?"
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