Wapun Meadow the lambs were screaming

Too consumed was she in her task to note the tension in his jaw. That Sos had left him on his lonesome was unknown to her; and had she known, the cruel girl would have laughed. She was detached from it all. Reality was an illusion to her; she lived within her head. It was Loa that she loved, that she cared for. It was they who guided her, moreso than her father. That she believed; the voices made it so, had reasoned with her. Her coming and going was not her design. It was not her that left. It was them. She was a mere vessel. A body for their bidding.
xxxxI am always guided, she murmurs ambiguously, but surely he would understand as only those who knew their devotion would. The voices had been silent for so long. But they were always in control. And now, now they spoke again. Truly she had brought Sos pleasure, and the Loa, too. That she and her father reunited was right. Oh, but how different things would have gone had they not spoken to her. She would believe anything in desperation. How she blamed and harmed so many in the belief that it was their fault they were quiet. Their existence was not meant. Not even the spirits would whisper in their presence, that was how much of an abomination they were! A curse. A terrible curse...
xxxxIt is not his words that lure her from her memories, her gaze distant even as her fangs preen and comb the cleaned furs, it is the name. Jinx, she echoes, and swings her muzzle toward her father, her eyes assessing, searching for emotion, paranoia seeping into her being, an invisible but possessive ghost—as possessive as she herself could be—and she blinks. (The Bay has fallen to flame), the words pour from her lips. It was not literal. Without the true spiritual leader, the Bay would be consumed by heresy. But Clarice grins. Jinx was an ardent follower of Sos, from what she could remember, and her worries fall to the ground in waves. We are its ashes. How sage! She looks to her father. Had she known of his lack of communication with Sos, she would have believed it to be because he had wandered from the Bay at all, and so Sos turned his cheek cruelly. But now! That could not be so.
xxxxFor the three together were His. Atka had no part in their grand designs.