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She knew that they would not understand, but still she yearns to speak to them. To whisper in their ears secrets lost in time and to gods darker than the ones known here.

Certainly, she thought, her own mother had told her stories even when she could not understand them.

A silent, pale wolf... My ghost...

She trailed off softly. The details of her story would weave Anansi into a figure of myth. Some grand story to be passed down. How he was wise beyond any, and his actions spoke louder than words. The tragedy would taint the story too, but painted in a kinder light. She would tell them that the earth itself grew jealous of his strength and wisdom. That the very gods who blessed him feared that he might know more than them.

And one sly, a fox in wolf clothing...

Sobek would be given the same treatment. Weaved into a story of a wily thing. Slipping loose in the nights, but always coming home. Knowledgeable like the ghost, with a keen eye on things in his forest. Tongue always direct when he gave words. But the earth and gods grew with envy once more, to see such a swift creature of body and mind. So they froze him in time.

You are stronger together. Safer together.

An exhale, soft and warm over their crowns. It was entirely possible they both slumbered now, but some part of her healed from this.