Seaside Moors for myself in my frenzied heart:

When came mother’s summoning, so did the child answer. The girl approached with perked ears and a curious step, wondering what may lie before her; observant, she noted the stone and that which squirmed beneath her, nose scrunching only briefly at the sight. Arcelia was not exactly a picky eater, yet she did oftentimes draw the line when it came to insects—they simply weren’t her cup of tea.

“What are we doing?” she asked in place of dining, gaze cast towards Erzulie. What else might they be seeking, if not only the grubs?