Mildew
I don't think there is anyone under your skin
Like a Cheshire cat I think that you are just a grin
There was the sound of beating wings in the air behind her; Mildew had just begun to turn when the dragon reached her shoulders, the momentum sending her stumbling in a circle. Managing to right herself, she blinked a couple of times and stared at her new companion. Once she'd realised there was no threat and in fact a cute dragon, a smile broke out on her face and she reached up to scritch the creatures chin.
"Well, hello, darling." She glanced to the man running after her, presumably the guardian, and gave him a compassionate look. "It's alright. She just knows I will treat her well-" As if to prove this, Mildew reached in her bag and brought out a rough bag of linen, that she pulled a chunk of meat out of and gave up to Sugar (what kind of meat was it? Maybe it was better if they didn't know).
Once Sugar was contented, she turned to glance at the walls. "Are you heading into the City? I've never been. It's quite intimidating, isn't it?" Mildew asked, maybe purposefully making herself sound younger and less experienced.
"Well, hello, darling." She glanced to the man running after her, presumably the guardian, and gave him a compassionate look. "It's alright. She just knows I will treat her well-" As if to prove this, Mildew reached in her bag and brought out a rough bag of linen, that she pulled a chunk of meat out of and gave up to Sugar (what kind of meat was it? Maybe it was better if they didn't know).
Once Sugar was contented, she turned to glance at the walls. "Are you heading into the City? I've never been. It's quite intimidating, isn't it?" Mildew asked, maybe purposefully making herself sound younger and less experienced.
And I can feel you laughing, under my skin
And the happy palpitations are making me grin
