How about the time Angus met his Grandmother, The Raven Queen?
Kravitz knelt at the queen of the dead’s feet, a raven feather cloak wrapped around his form making him look like a rather large and dangerous bird.
The raven queen leaned forward, red eyes fixed on her top reaper.
“My queen,” Kravitz began, inclining his head like a bow. “There is a matter I wish to bring to your attention.”
“Yes, my child?” RQ tilted her head to one side curiously. “I sense one of the living in my realm, who is it you have brought to me?”
Kravitz pulled his cloak aside revealing a small and well dressed boy who was smiling up nervously at the goddess. “This is Angus. Taako and I have adopted him.”
“H-hello, ma’am!”
“He’s precious, and very respectful,” RQ said. “You have chosen well, Kravitz. My blessings on your family.”
Kravitz stood and bowed, Angus followed his lead.
