Barrow Fields like phineus now i see

as she had not yet cached her find, erzulie pushed the ragged scraps slowly toward the scarred man. "whale," was her final intonation, before she disappeared into the mounds. she arrived back near the newcomer a handful of moments later, bearing a small bundle. this she lay upon the earth. the man had stared at her before; erzulie wondered if he would now, or if the thick twisted marks across his face led him to do so.
a bit of dried kelp she ground with the edge of her paw, adding some spittle, and with the paste daubed onto her toes, she hesitated. "your back first, unless you mind," the harlot intoned, wanting to gain the male's consent before she went on.