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Oh, Sobo replied, not quite understanding what she meant. Was that how the lwa worked? Sobo always believed that he could show gratitude and seek knowledge from all lwa, so the idea that one might choose him specifically was new. It put a wild little thrill in him; what lwa would choose him if he opened himself to it?

Erzulie instructed him further and Sobo felt himself chill a little. He was loathe to admit it out loud, but he really didn't like storms. Thunder claps shook him to his core and lightning flashes imprinted jagged lines in his vision that glared red on the inside of his eyelids. The only redeemable quality of storms was the rain, but it was impossible to enjoy that when everything else about them was so wild and violent.

What lwa do you t'ink be dere where de sea is black and feels wrong? He still had a hunch that The Listener was some kind of lwa given mortal form, so his question meant to carry him a little closer to the truth of Blackwater. If anyone would know, it was Erzulie.