Ankyra Sound straight down out of the world with my fingers

loko allowed himself to be combed over; erzulie's two-bit gaze passing through him like roaming fingers. "i be fine, maman." loko insisted, inwardly delighting in the attention all the same.

"ghosts?" loko's ears turned forward in interest. sobo would love to hear of this. loko wasn't sure he believed in ghosts - not yet - but he remembered fragmentary stories of his childhood in which a witch had been present. "de seawitch?" his brow crumpled. "who?"