Mildew
I don't think there is anyone under your skin
Like a Cheshire cat I think that you are just a grin
"Hm. I did not used to, but recently I've seen a few. I tell fortunes -" Mildew informed, fishing a card from her bag and holding it out before Ronin as if it would mean anything to him (it depicted a woman wrapped around the sun, her hair forming the clouds around). "-And some of them are interested in that. Would you be, dear?"
As the ground underfoot became smooth and the cold flagstones of streets and cities, she looked down, wiggling her toes; maybe it was time to invest in some shoes. "Oh yes. Many times, just not for a while. Maybe I will try to say hello at a shrine in the City, while I'm here." Hearing of the mission of the Celestine, she grinned; just like Frey, and the kind of thing she could be interested in too. "Frey is simply wonderful. So caring, so nurturing. Don't you think so?"
An Outlander - she'd heard the term, met a couple, though the concept was still a little unfamiliar. "I see. So the...fake Goddess brought you here, but you have rejected her plan?"
As the ground underfoot became smooth and the cold flagstones of streets and cities, she looked down, wiggling her toes; maybe it was time to invest in some shoes. "Oh yes. Many times, just not for a while. Maybe I will try to say hello at a shrine in the City, while I'm here." Hearing of the mission of the Celestine, she grinned; just like Frey, and the kind of thing she could be interested in too. "Frey is simply wonderful. So caring, so nurturing. Don't you think so?"
An Outlander - she'd heard the term, met a couple, though the concept was still a little unfamiliar. "I see. So the...fake Goddess brought you here, but you have rejected her plan?"
And I can feel you laughing, under my skin
And the happy palpitations are making me grin
