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It was a markedly different reaction from the last time Sobo had given someone a gift. While Witch and Heda both appreciated their amulets, Druid's lackluster reception of him overshadowed the whole thing. Meerkat's sincere gratitude made him shuffle in place, sheepish and unsure of how he should respond.

She continued. He felt a little indignant about it at first — there was no way they were ever going to be one big happy family, not when she came crashing into their lives with all the grace of a drunk ox and continued to act so insensitive about it all — but checked himself. It wasn't her choice to come unannounced. She probably wasn't even aware of it. Nothing else could explain how she was sooo oblivious.

There was tension in his jaw that he tried and failed to dispel. It is not your fault dat my fat'er be a t'oughtless man, he added without elaborating, glad for the change in subject to anything else. Maybe she would ask. Maybe she wouldn't. He almost hoped she would so he could unload his stewing thoughts on someone who was not his family and who could not scold him. He also hoped she wouldn't so he could avoid what felt like an inevitable defense of Njord.

De lwa be de spirits of de world, he said. Dey be many and all have deir own preferences and deir own symbols. Dey possess much knowledge. We can give offerings for wisdom an' protection. Of his siblings, Sobo was the only one with vested knowledge in these ways. Erzulie knew them, but if she actively practiced, it was in secret where he could not see. Since the dream about Blackwater, his interest had only grown tenfold. De lwa of women be known for love and beauty. She prefers lovely t'ings, like pretty stones and shells, an' de sweetness of honey. Dat is what maman says.