Mildew
I don't think there is anyone under your skin
Like a Cheshire cat I think that you are just a grin
Gladly raising her glass to his (it had been so long since she'd done that, the action brought a bright smile to Mildew's face), she drank and laughed. "Mmm, she can be fickle. But you're handsome and charming. I think you'll be fine - I see some people, they tell me they want to talk to the Gods, and I think.." She shook her head, gesturing a shuddering motion with her fingers. "They just shouldn't."
Too crass, too skeptical, not enough respect; she could tell when someone was going to get themselves cursed. They usually didn't listen to her anyway, though.
She nodded as for seeing more of Stormbreak; if this was a place favoured by the Gods like they said, it had to have more to it, and she did always like new experiences, even if they didn't stick. "Oh, of course. I doubt you've seen the last of me." Mildew said over her glass with smiling eyes.
Too crass, too skeptical, not enough respect; she could tell when someone was going to get themselves cursed. They usually didn't listen to her anyway, though.
She nodded as for seeing more of Stormbreak; if this was a place favoured by the Gods like they said, it had to have more to it, and she did always like new experiences, even if they didn't stick. "Oh, of course. I doubt you've seen the last of me." Mildew said over her glass with smiling eyes.
And I can feel you laughing, under my skin
And the happy palpitations are making me grin
