Dragoncrest Cliffs trick or treat, smell my feet

Sobo felt something shift behind him, the way one's hairs might rise on their arms when lightning crackled nearby, and turned his head to see Njord depart. Maybe his father didn't feel this group required so much of an audience.

This was all starting to feel quite awkward. The other children weren't very interested him and neither were any of the adults besides his manman. Sobo didn't expect to be the center of attention. Mireille and Loko were both much better at hogging the spotlight. He only expected to be greeted and acknowledged by his so-called extended family, and so far, no one had even spoken to him besides Rosalyn.

Erzulie beckoned the children along, but Sobo was feeling too put out and sad to follow along. The first chance he got, he peeled away to follow after his da, leaving the strangers to the company of his mothers, feeling very much like they didn't want him there anyway. He wouldn't linger on it long, because they were nothing to him, truly, but his first taste of feeling unseen would come back to haunt him very soon.