Ankyra Sound ask owl

the sound was filled with ghosts for erzulie, and yet she was glad it was not so for caracal. the younger generations had been raised in relative peace, she felt, even though this grandson had not been brought up on the shores.
"caracal," erzulie said gently. to her he was a boy, but the ruby saw now how he teetered on the edge of becoming a man.
she hoped rosalyn's blood would take root inside him and make him a better one than those outside their home. "it be an odd time," she said of all the tension and guarding, though she wondered if he had come to an age to understand.