Aurelia
She was quietly grateful for the steadying hand that was given to her, finding a more stable place to stand on some firmer ground. Her boots still sank into the mud, of course, but not as deep. Mildew, on the other hand, was quite comfortable with sinking into the loose mud. "Yeah..." Aurelia murmured with a thoughtful dart of her eyes, an acceptance of the advice.
Aurelia's brows furrowed and then, suddenly raised at the realization that Mildew was no ordinary woman. Even for a swamp witch, she was different - well, from those that Aurelia had met, anyway. To live for hundreds of years... that was both awe-inspiring and terrifying. So, was she a goddess, then?
"I can't imagine how hard that must be.." She said, the words slipping out before she could filter her thoughts. She pursed them immediately, grimacing at herself.
"Sorry... I couldn't... imagine living for so long. And being alone for all that time..." Aurelia's brows threaded together and she frowned in an altogether apologetic, yet curiously concerned look. "Are you one of the gods? Or, a herald?"
Aurelia's brows furrowed and then, suddenly raised at the realization that Mildew was no ordinary woman. Even for a swamp witch, she was different - well, from those that Aurelia had met, anyway. To live for hundreds of years... that was both awe-inspiring and terrifying. So, was she a goddess, then?
"I can't imagine how hard that must be.." She said, the words slipping out before she could filter her thoughts. She pursed them immediately, grimacing at herself.
"Sorry... I couldn't... imagine living for so long. And being alone for all that time..." Aurelia's brows threaded together and she frowned in an altogether apologetic, yet curiously concerned look. "Are you one of the gods? Or, a herald?"
standing in the ashes of who I used to be
