{O} Thunder in our Hearts

Osozo

all watched over by machines of loving grace

Osozo has a single, simple drive. To see as much of the world as they can reach, and their reach has been extended fourfold by hands other than their own. The Demi-god is only barely aware of the details, the names without faces associated that are granted silent, useless words of thanks as the met set out on their travels, heading west from the Grounds. There is a sense of accomplishment that comes first from crossing the barrier scar, and next from stepping into an area once scourged by winds.

By all accounts, the journey is a rousing success the moment they are surrounded by alien landscape, everything utterly unfamiliar and endlessly fascinating to the Demi-god. A moment is spent deliberating the best way to digest everything,  before they decide to take a long, sweeping adventure before getting bogged down in the minutiae.

A single wrench is thrown in the mix, Osozo’s vision still flickering between different views, the effect frustratingly out of control. The worst was the bright monotone of black and white, depth dom perception a dream. They had learned by now to simply stop when their vision was so lacking, and for once it seemed to be in a quiet place, a breeze moving the plants around the Demi-god, tempting enough that they dropped to sit and enjoy the moment a little more thoroughly.

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Another of Arialla's long, looping flights over the continent, testing her eagle's wings, seeing how far she could go and what she could see -- she'd caught quite a few interesting sights that way. And now she seemed to have found another: a figure far below, distinct even from the great height at which she soared. At first she registered only that it was odd to see a person this far out; then her keen eyes focused on the shape and she realized with some surprise that she recognized them.

Swooping down and leveling out about fifty feet in the air, she thought at the figure: "Osozo?"

Sadly, Arialla didn't have enough experience as an Attuned to realize that her telepathy might not work on everyone.

Arialla

Freedom. Flight. Grace. Keen-sight.

"Golden Eagle - Mongolia" by carfull...from Wyoming is licensed with CC BY-NC-ND 2.0.

Osozo

all watched over by machines of loving grace

The world here is calm, quiet. If they napped, this would be the perfect place for it, and even though they don't Osozo still lays back, reclining on soft grasses and turning their eyes towards the blank sky. There are the barest suggestions of shapes swirling through the sky, things that they know are clouds only because they'd been looking before.

And then, there is a shape that isn't so easily explained, a fast, dark blur across the pale sky, one the Demi-god tries to focus on, their vision shifting so suddenly they almost lose it again. But there, against the grey of cloudy skies, is a bird, a dark brown shape. A smile crosses the demi-god's face, a single hand lifting up towards the sky, as if they could grab the bird and bring it closer to examine.

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Osozo didn't verbally acknowledge Arialla's call, which she still wasn't sure they could even receive -- but then she realized that even if they did, she wasn't sure she'd be able to hear them from this far up. The eagle had great hearing, but that great? Arialla did see Osozo look up at her, so she decided to take that as an invitation to swoop down and land, taking her human form once she'd settled herself on the grass. She dreamed that someday she'd be able to switch forms right as she landed -- to swoop down as an eagle but have her human feet hit the ground -- but so far her practice attempts at that had not gone well, and she didn't want to have one of those embarrassing falls in front of Osozo.

"Osozo?" Arialla repeated after landing, speaking with her human mouth this time. "What are you doing out here?"

She wasn't completely sure it was them -- they looked a bit like a strange vision at the best of times, so Arialla wouldn't have been completely shocked to find that she spoke only to some hallucination created by Caido's wandering magic.

Arialla

Freedom. Flight. Grace. Keen-sight.

"Golden Eagle - Mongolia" by carfull...from Wyoming is licensed with CC BY-NC-ND 2.0.