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Sitri moved forward to inspect the ring, and Jinx seated herself at the edge of the clearing, inhaling deeply. She found the question he asked when he turned back to her highly amusing, but fortunately was able to contain any mockery. She had grown up since her youth and was getting better at controlling her tongue, even though occasionally she still spoke venomously to others.

“Atka and Sos are the Gods,” she clarified, “and the loa are their servants. The loa are the spirits of everything that once lived and did not live. The mountains have loa, the trees have loa. Every blade of grass has loa. They are mischievous, though, and dangerous if trifled with.” She had learned that firsthand once, in the grip of despair. She was lucky that Lecter had been so forgiving of her weakness.

“The loa give us insight into the will of Atka and Sos. Lecter knows much more about them all. He was a shaman for many years.” She was a Mambo, she reminded herself, but she had also been only seven months old when initiated into that position. She had had much to learn then, and did even now.