Silvertip Mountain the halo was a smoke ring

no worries! also there is one hell of a lightning show going on outside. @_@

Mordecai had not anticipated the response that came from Lecter at first. For a moment he felt undeniably awkward, but not enough that he regretted his spoken thoughts. But his interest was still there, and he was thankful not to be mocked for his differing view. Instead he focused his attention to the next bit of information imparted to him. The loa. The very word held a certain weight in his mind, though he could not place a reason as to why. Maybe it was just the way it had been spoken to him.

"These spirits, are they what holds the world together? Are they remnants of what was or will be?" He queried gently, wanting to know more but also not wanting to earn a point of annoyance. He pictured them in a kinetic harmony, cooperating in a perfect chaos that enabled them all to survive. If they did exist and he was simoly ignorant, they were definitely something to be revered.