Barrow Fields and though half-blind with ravening

caiaphas too was strung along by a slowly building rage, and while she had yet to find an outlet, she fastidiously was biding her time until whatever unsure moment rose and called for her wrath. the events north -- in the sound she had only ever been a claimant of -- c,aused her heart to boil. and yet.. age had tempered her reactivity, and experience had taught her when to stay her hand.

she was muttering to herself, likely the utterance of some old crone's adage, when erzulie found her. looking up from the shallow trench she had placed into earth's frozen mantle, the sylph cast an inquiring glance to the sharp-tongued maven, yet otherwise remained silent as she ruminated through tumbles of icy soil.