Mildew
She is like a cat in the dark and then
She is the darkness
Mildew forced down the laugh that came to her when she saw Arialla's face, the girl clearly trying to find something polite to say. It was not meant to be a pretty gift nor one she would particularly like; it was a practical item, like a weapon. It would be useful, though it came at a cost, as all trinkets from the witch did.
"You're welcome, dear. Now...I have some engagements I must get to, but I will set you off on on your way home with something to eat." Pottering about the hut, Mildew fetched several things and tossed them into the cauldron over the stove's flame, humming and sprinkling in a little bit of this or that. Eventually, she took a sniff and nodded to herself, spooning the mixture into a wooden cup and grabbing some uneven and rustic bread.
Mildew handed it over; the dark green liquid smelt of spices and plant matter. "For you. Soup, made from the local vegetables here."
"You're welcome, dear. Now...I have some engagements I must get to, but I will set you off on on your way home with something to eat." Pottering about the hut, Mildew fetched several things and tossed them into the cauldron over the stove's flame, humming and sprinkling in a little bit of this or that. Eventually, she took a sniff and nodded to herself, spooning the mixture into a wooden cup and grabbing some uneven and rustic bread.
Mildew handed it over; the dark green liquid smelt of spices and plant matter. "For you. Soup, made from the local vegetables here."
She rules her life like a fine skylark and when
The sky is starless
