two demi goddesses walk into the wilds

MILDEW

Caught in the middle of a hundred and five

Mildew noted with a glance and raised eyebrow the fur growing up Amalia's arms, but didn't comment on it. She'd seen plenty of odd creatures and people in her time, after all. "Oh, I heard of that. The garden. I think the wild would be better...to be cooped in can be a nightmare for some of these animals. Come with me - I'll take you to the glade where the others live." Without waiting for agreement, Mildew turned on her heel, held a finger in the air for a moment, then nodded and set off ahead.

"It's...very bright here. Alive and beautiful, but..." Mildew shrugged; her heart laid with the dark dank of the swamp, the duality of life and death that existed in the poisonous flowers and sucking mud. "..Not my home, I suppose."

Amalia. The name seemed familiar for some reason, but Mildew couldn't quite catch why in her mind. "Mildew, dear. Jyoti is quite the creature. How did you come across them?"

The night was heavy and the air was alive