Mildew
I don't think there is anyone under your skin
Like a Cheshire cat I think that you are just a grin
Mildew beamed, clearly happy to have gotten herself a drink and a chance to show off her skills. So often, people dismissed the mystical and esoteric, reduced and dismissed her wisdom as backwards swamp idiocy; it was good to see that even in a city, she could find an open minded soul. "Wonderful, darling. Lead the way."
Given Frey's tendencies, she wasn't surprised they'd made some negative impressions, but Mildew was sure it was nothing that couldn't be sorted out with a good conversation and some humility. "Husband? Is he here too?" She asked, beginning to make connections in her head to the young man she spoke to on Torchline's beach; he'd mentioned being married to another Demi-God, one with a name like Ronin's...
As they went down the stairs, Ronin's tone of voice told her all she needed to know. It had been years since she'd seen Safrin, but Mildew was sure the Goddess would still be up to her old tricks. "I'm sure you're aware. How is she?"
Given Frey's tendencies, she wasn't surprised they'd made some negative impressions, but Mildew was sure it was nothing that couldn't be sorted out with a good conversation and some humility. "Husband? Is he here too?" She asked, beginning to make connections in her head to the young man she spoke to on Torchline's beach; he'd mentioned being married to another Demi-God, one with a name like Ronin's...
As they went down the stairs, Ronin's tone of voice told her all she needed to know. It had been years since she'd seen Safrin, but Mildew was sure the Goddess would still be up to her old tricks. "I'm sure you're aware. How is she?"
And I can feel you laughing, under my skin
And the happy palpitations are making me grin
