[open] she sells sea shells

"Well... perhaps when it's had the time to fade, you can speak with her." The suggestion was gentle, Osozo smoothing down the front of their dress while they spoke. "Mother is open to questions, she wants to answer questions. To support the people she's brought here." Osozo cocked their head, not sure what it was they'd said to have gotten the reaction they did from Arialla. "Well, of course she wouldn't. There would still be... a version of me here. Just as there's still a version of you where you came from." What was there to miss when there was still someone there, filling that space? Still, it wasn't quite the same thing, it didn't address the feelings of the displaced. Couldn't address them, when Osozo themself didn't understand yet. So they stayed silent in response, arms moving to fold behind their back, mulling over the words. osozo Electrifying mine chambers wholly scorching out thine sovereignty