"Perhaps? That is strange. It is very common in my lands. The mainlands have many spirits, many bonds with many families. But our island has but the one. Our forefather, St. Loe, was about to lose his life and begged to all that might who listen for help. It was the Father-Sea who answered. The longer the bond, the greater the strength for both."

As she talks, as discreetly as possible, she lifts the comb up to her head and all that hair. Gently, carefully, digging around and bunching together before all at once shoving the comb in to get it to stay.

It sort of works. "We have ceremonies that dedicate ourselves to him. It begins the day after you are born. Then multiple times a year, we have festivals and dedications to it, and it to us."