Ankyra Sound holding on to the devil i know

the femur stood straight, white against a backdrop of dark forest. loko liked to think the loa would see it. maybe even the seawitch.

a voice came from the woods. loko looked up to a faceful of angry scars. how quietly she arrived! now she was meters away watching him like prey. he cared little for the contrast from matronly dotard from before.

with his spine straight and lips tight in the unsmiling strength he'd often seen emanated by his mothers, loko answered. "no. i be visitin' de loa."

aware his mother was absent, loko did not turn his back to the stranger. nor did he flee. again came the whistling, twisted wind through the mouth of an unseen cave. loko began towards it.