Ankyra Sound i keep on dancing through the quicksand

Loa were spirits. Treepie swallowed as she pondered this. She had become rather agnostic in her beliefs—as they’d discussed, once—particularly since losing Sialuk and Kukutux as spiritual mentors. She licked her lips, eyes combing through the coastal fog again, wondering if there were literal specters running around out there. She inched a little nearer to Sobeille.

Desperate for some levity, Tiuttuk offered a mildly distracted, Sobeille Jr? Her eyes peeled away from the preternatural forest to her companion’s face, which was much closer now. What about other family names? Like your maman’s? she queried, suddenly remembering the term Sobeille had used for her mother.