Dragoncrest Cliffs are plumes of pampas grass

He bobbed his head and allowed himself to relax enough to recline in the snow. She was home and unhurt. That was what really mattered. The nature of The Listener and her druids was an intriguing topic of conversation but not something Sobo would dwell on long after this. In fact, in the coming days, he would purge Blackwater from his mind entirely and would even forget that he had vowed to put in a good word with his mothers.

Some newer fear would consume him instead.

Perhaps, he agreed. He did not like to think of spirits that even their manman did not know. It was all too similar to the ghosts in the grotto, and Erzulie did know those. Did ya see any of de ot'ers? De Listener said dat dey are druids. What do ya t'ink dat means?