Barrow Fields and though half-blind with ravening

aw but esp @Caiaphas also what's a timeline hashtag staying hella vague

redhawks. drageda. scum. 
erzulie did not like the change they had wrought in her — weeks of wandering up and down the coastline, to be rebuffed from one end and threatened at the other, had begun to make the harlot bitter. her rage was impotent, erzulie knew, but she churned with it all the same. 
the fields beyond the sound were straddled with odd mounds, perhaps placed by monsters. or maybe their architects had merely been more creative than most. caiaphas' scent was strong here, as was that of her returned son, and while she did not yet know what to make of the seawitch, her stride lengthened all the same, hoping to find the somber woman.