"I may not be able to see anymore." The man spoke softly, "But I see the world in my own way. Your lespri (spirit) is like a beacon of white, warm light in a dark world." He grinned, "I remember that one." The man tilted his head at Noah. "Many years he come through here shining like a torch, but never know what he could do until now." The man smiled a toothless smile and seemed to look into the distance. "Do not worry, child, the darkness that follows you cannot come here. Dey would be foolish to tempt the Voodoo priestess. She does not take kind to a dark spirit coming to her island."
Noah had finished up his purchases and made his way towards Lily and the old man. He stopped short as he grew near and gave the man a long look before shrugging it off and moving near Lily. The man was magical. Powerfully so, but benign and gentle. The magic rolled off like calm waves on a beach. "Have you found a basket that you like, Lily?"