Barrow Fields and though half-blind with ravening

marie — whoever she was — would have found caiaphas hotly contesting her words. perhaps it was a good thing the sylph and marie remained unacquainted, for caiaphas loved nothing more than children - and no children more than her own. 

but that was discourse for another day - and today, caiaphas strode with mission outlined in each purposeful step. 

after several minutes of quiet travel they came upon a spot where a male had marked; caiaphas, without ceremony, propped over it and disregarded it with her own stream of liquid. bit by bit she would undo the pains taken to show them they were unwelcome. bit by bit, she would show them it was her ilk that owned the sound.