Mildew
I don't think there is anyone under your skin
Like a Cheshire cat I think that you are just a grin
"I came from the Feverlands." Mildew correctly gently; she'd never been to the Greatwood, though she'd heard good things. No, her land wasn't that of soft greens and soft creatures; she came from a distinctly dark and deep wilderness. "So I haven't seen one of these...cities, before. Not like this." The Hollowed Grounds had been easy to digest in comparison; Torchline had not been too big of a leap - but this was something else.
She began to walk with him when prompted to, quite happy to keep Sugar on her shoulders as they went. It was actually comforting, in a fashion, to have the dragon with her - a little bit of the natural world in the towering land of stone and steel.
"I heard that this was a place much loved by the Gods." Mildew explained readily, looking over as if to see if Ronin agreed with that assessment. "That it was a sacred place." She honestly was finding it hard to believe, her faith more rooted in the earth under her feet and enchantments with ingredients of the lands, but she was determined to keep an open mind. "I've been home for a long time. I wanted to see it."
She began to walk with him when prompted to, quite happy to keep Sugar on her shoulders as they went. It was actually comforting, in a fashion, to have the dragon with her - a little bit of the natural world in the towering land of stone and steel.
"I heard that this was a place much loved by the Gods." Mildew explained readily, looking over as if to see if Ronin agreed with that assessment. "That it was a sacred place." She honestly was finding it hard to believe, her faith more rooted in the earth under her feet and enchantments with ingredients of the lands, but she was determined to keep an open mind. "I've been home for a long time. I wanted to see it."
And I can feel you laughing, under my skin
And the happy palpitations are making me grin
