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always. sobeille confirmed, in that same breath motioning she was more interested in the topic of his vision.

he looked to glintwater with a small sigh. while he composed his thoughts and spoke of this spirit’s words, sobeille reflected on the incubus she’d met in the grotto.

she’d been able to see that spectre — why now, could she not sense the vibrant spiritual presence? she wanted more than anything to know erzulie; it knifed her that her grandme would appear to a boy of all things.

sobeille kept such thoughts to herself. de sea? you t’ink it is peaceful down dere? her mind was awash with the memory of her drowning. it’d been full of horribly loud, invasive noise and pressure and water and —

what color eyes de other wolf be ‘avin’? she asked solemnly, wondering if he’d met another ancestor unknown to them both.