the feeling you're never far gone

M i l d e w

Come down, little darling,
and lay at my breast

"I suspected as much." Mildew answered with a smile, not all that worried; after multiple centuries alive, the war was less scary and more simply a bother to her. She would happily deal with it at the request of her patron.

The suggestion made was one she could take up. "Oh, yes. I could attempt to rally the seasonal Gods into a more organised unit...let's see. There's...Eirachi in Halo, right? I'm afraid the others aren't coming to mind right away. Where can I find them, and what should I say? Is there a plan?" Normally she wouldn't ask quite so many questions, but when it came to war, there needed to be agreed upon strategies. Mildew waited for the answer while tapping her fingers slowly on the branch she sat on, trying to think of the journey she would need to take.

Oh, come a little closer
and I'll do the rest