Ayizan
The First Priestess of the Marketplace
I guard the gate where old meets new.
You find me where people meet — not in temples, but in dust and deal. I hold the palm frond, mark the passage, and bless the threshold. Legba opens the road, but I make it holy. I am the calm in the barter, the wisdom in the weight, the eye that sees what's becoming.
What I'm Into: the hush before a deal, girls stepping into women, palms pressed in welcome, Legba's jokes (but don't tell him), Dan's coils in the deep
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