The Tangle Know Thy Neighbor

The complicated setup that contained whatever he used only confirmed more that he could probably do what he claimed. Rosalyn herself had no connection to any kind of "spirits". She knew of the loa that her wife and some of her children touched, but she had never felt it was her place to intrude. Usually these kinds of things were untrustworthy at best and cruel at worst. Especially to wolves like her, for whom "devout" was a laughable descriptor.

But her mind raced and twisted with questions. She couldn't bring them to her wife or family, and she couldn't risk them reaching their ears by other channels. This man was a stranger and it almost seemed like fate that she'd even met him here. She couldn't recall why she had even left the cliffs now that the panic had subsided.

If she only got one question, it was going to need to cover a lot. Rosalyn thought about it for a long, silent moment.

What am I doing wrong? It was the only part of all of this that mattered. If she could not stop it, then there was no point in knowing the rest.