Spring: Leon and Dana
Leon nodded, his almond shaped eyes studying hers a moment to see if her curiosity wasn't laced with fear. People became fearful when the dead were involved, though Voodoo Priests and their followers found it very reverent and sacred, not frightening. Dana seemed more curious than frightened, so he answered.
"A lot of reasons. Usually it's so we can ask them questions. The dead are very wise." He nodded again and tucked her hair behind her ear. "Sometimes when people die, they die in confusion or turmoil. They need to be put to rest or they'll never make it to the crossroads. They can become very angry and hurt the living. My father is a shepherd for them and the Loa give him power to pass between. He..."
Glancing up at her again, Leon smiled away the rise of pain of loss in his eyes. "This isn't the place to talk about this. Let's just dance."