Bearclaw Valley [m] go back to sleep

housed under that black earth, the skeleton shared no secrets. sobeille mused to herself, studying the lines of moss and rot that darkened the stranger’s bones.

a feral burst of power rippled down her skin. while she was a collector of bones, there was something forbidden here — cursed, maybe — and she felt a thousand eyes now seemed to bore into her spine.

dat be like a loa. sobeille decided, unsure if this thing was bad or good. perhaps like her loa, this spirit watched over athalia, guiding her where they were compelled. mebbe dis loa be guardin’ you.

had she known from the priestess the word taotaomona, she’d have spoken it.