Mildew
I don't think there is anyone under your skin
Like a Cheshire cat I think that you are just a grin
Mildew blinked to hear Ronin describe the card as Safrin - it was, in fact, simply an artistic rendering of the sun, there was another card in the deck that represented the Goddess. Still, she didn't correct him, finding his interpretation to be far more interesting than whatever the art was originally meant to be. "Ha. No one's fortune is 'good' or 'bad'. It can always change, too. Good to know what's coming so you can prepare."
She looked around them for somewhere to sit, but without much familiarity with the area it was hard to know where to go. "Maybe you can take me for a drink and I'll take a look at the cards." Mildew suggested, nudging Ronin's side.
A little surprised to hear her God hadn't made the best impression, Mildew tilted her head. "What do you mean? Frey can be...a little feisty, dear, but they have a good heart." Just like herself, really, though she'd mellowed out over the years. Learning that Ronin was of Safrin brought a knowing, private smile to her face. "Mmm. You seem like her type. She likes the heroes and the stoic men."
She looked around them for somewhere to sit, but without much familiarity with the area it was hard to know where to go. "Maybe you can take me for a drink and I'll take a look at the cards." Mildew suggested, nudging Ronin's side.
A little surprised to hear her God hadn't made the best impression, Mildew tilted her head. "What do you mean? Frey can be...a little feisty, dear, but they have a good heart." Just like herself, really, though she'd mellowed out over the years. Learning that Ronin was of Safrin brought a knowing, private smile to her face. "Mmm. You seem like her type. She likes the heroes and the stoic men."
And I can feel you laughing, under my skin
And the happy palpitations are making me grin
