Seaside Moors for myself in my frenzied heart:

erzulie had cleared the remainder of the drowned caches and their rotted offerings. the morning was spent burying the unsuitable flesh, and now she searched for a place where a new larder might be made.
overturning a stone, the harlot chuffed for @Arcelia to come forth and assist, not only with the choice but the treat of sweet grubs to be lapped from their damp bed.

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?

arcelia was politely cool despite her reaction to erzulie's chosen teatime sup. a grin cracked across her mother's face; she cleared a laugh from her throat and motioned to the flat stones cast in intervals across the moors around them.
"nous avons besoin d'un nouveau cache," the courtesan answered, glancing warmly toward her seaflower. "je vais vous laisser choisir l'endroit."