Osozo
It was good fortune that they were made to not be bothered by things like damp and stench, or by off putting colour palettes all but screaming danger to any creature with good sense. Though the latter is less of an issue when their vision is already so warped, the world a burst of deep blues and purples, with the occasional green to beak it up. If nothing else, the colours are a far sight more welcoming than the Climb had been.
Entirely unintentionally, their hair has shifted to match the cool palette Osozo sees, the colour more washed out than their usual vibrant preference. Their eyes follow the same trend, so pale the iris is barley visible.
A single shape rises up before them as they slog through the soggy landscape, discernable only because of the warmer yellows it’s shown in. Immediately the shape is recognized as a person, though without any other visual clue the Demi-god has no way of knowing how difficult it would be to see them without the tip off of heat. Stopping a good distance from the warm blob, Osozo clears their throat, and speaks in a warm rich voice. ”Hello!”
Entirely unintentionally, their hair has shifted to match the cool palette Osozo sees, the colour more washed out than their usual vibrant preference. Their eyes follow the same trend, so pale the iris is barley visible.
A single shape rises up before them as they slog through the soggy landscape, discernable only because of the warmer yellows it’s shown in. Immediately the shape is recognized as a person, though without any other visual clue the Demi-god has no way of knowing how difficult it would be to see them without the tip off of heat. Stopping a good distance from the warm blob, Osozo clears their throat, and speaks in a warm rich voice. ”Hello!”
Now this is where I'm meant to be
