Barrow Fields like phineus now i see

from her place where she bent over his spine, erzulie's ears cupped forward. "a coven," she repeated softly, not wishing to emphasize her interest too much. but, this was a man of witches. perhaps their pet? maybe he would see fit to tell her, if not now then another time. "where i am from, such beasts are called loa. dey are spirits dat can take de form of flesh, and can tear it also."
erzulie moved 'round to his front now, leveling her face with the man's own. "do you mind?" she murmured, wondering if he would allow her ministrations to continue upon the scars that ran the breadth of his otherwise handsome visage.