Swiftcurrent Creek your heart [m]

He is different.
xxxxxxShe is mesmerized by the transformation, by the darkness, and her ears—for the first time—fall backward, reverent, understanding—
xxxxxxSos, her head lowers, her father but a puppet. It is only to Him that she would bow; the Loa garnered her respect, but pieced her together, made her, she was of their essence. A piece of Sos was within her, but she was not Him; she was for Him, and was a willing vessel herself. Only once had He possessed her, but he had spoken to her, and she had seen Him.
xxxxxxShe knew Him to be here.
xxxxxxAnd she waits for His command, His decree.