Mildew
I don't think there is anyone under your skin
Like a Cheshire cat I think that you are just a grin
"No, I'm just surprised." Mildew reassured, though she still had an odd feeling about this visitor that filled her with an apprehension she didn't quite understand. Most people would at least be a little out of breath, the way through the swamp inevitably involving wading or climbing, but Osozo seemed to be entirely together. She tried to put it from her mind for the moment, but it was hard to dismiss the instinctual feeling of something not right in her chest.
"Osozo. A name I haven't heard before." When you had been alive as long as Mildew had, that was a novelty. "I'm Mildew. What're you doing in my swamp, sweet? Is there something I can help you with?" Her voice was clear and friendly, Mildew making sure her expression matched; for the moment she was willing to help the newcomer, though she'd need to work out just what was wrong first. "Are you...an...they call them Outlanders, I believe?"
"Osozo. A name I haven't heard before." When you had been alive as long as Mildew had, that was a novelty. "I'm Mildew. What're you doing in my swamp, sweet? Is there something I can help you with?" Her voice was clear and friendly, Mildew making sure her expression matched; for the moment she was willing to help the newcomer, though she'd need to work out just what was wrong first. "Are you...an...they call them Outlanders, I believe?"
And I can feel you laughing, under my skin
And the happy palpitations are making me grin
