"Protection." There's possibly a slight uncharitable tone in his voice, as he continues to look over the markings. "Protection from what. Spirits?" Because they are entirely similar, indeed to the veve found in the tiny village around Tia Dalma's shack, what he'd seen of them at the time, and in New Orleans, the few times he'd visited there.
But it's kind of funny, because it's not something he'd expect a person from the supposedly modern and godless future to worry themselves with. "As far as I know, only the obeah bother with this. And pardon me forwardness - o'course - but you don't strike me as the type to be a practitioner."
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"Protection." There's possibly a slight uncharitable tone in his voice, as he continues to look over the markings. "Protection from what. Spirits?" Because they are entirely similar, indeed to the veve found in the tiny village around Tia Dalma's shack, what he'd seen of them at the time, and in New Orleans, the few times he'd visited there.
But it's kind of funny, because it's not something he'd expect a person from the supposedly modern and godless future to worry themselves with. "As far as I know, only the obeah bother with this. And pardon me forwardness - o'course - but you don't strike me as the type to be a practitioner."