It was the day of the dead. He had come to Santa Fe to visit the graveyard, passing through the town that was celebrating Dia de los Muertos, the Day of the Dead.

He'd greet people who'd greet him, chuckling softly as children ran past him while enjoying their toys and food.

He couldn't help but pause once he got closer to his mother and brother's grave, his eyes widening with your presence. Who might be this Goddess tending to their graves?