her thoughts turned to the daughter caiaphas had left behind. it was with aningan she had clearly sided that day, and erzulie wanted to know why. she respected the girl insofar as she had once been leadership, and blood made all the difference to the harlot now.
erzulie perused a clearing for mice, digging beneath the snow after she heard their squeaking, their scrabbling, through side-cocked ear. the restless energy that consumed her was easily channeled into a game; she darted to and fro, catlike.