[open] she sells sea shells

"I have never personally met Safrin." Osozo offers easily, bright gaze moving back to the woman's face. "It's... more of a family issue, really. She doesn't like my progenitor." That was... an understatement, if ever they'd made one, but if the sea-seller wanted more than that, she'd have to ask more. Though it did open up an interesting line of though in the Demi-god, eyes and hair both darkening to a deep blue as they thought. Could they meet Safrin? Would she even deign to answer them? The rocks they had pulled out did seem to be an appropriate trade though, a wide grin splitting Osozo's face as they separated out the two indicated rocks, offering them over and slipping the seaglass into their pocket. "Thank you." They considered what was left in their hand, then held them out again. "Could I give you the rest for the purse as well?" osozo Electrifying mine chambers wholly scorching out thine sovereignty