Mildew
Woo hoo, witchy woman
See how high she flies
"I can't say I've spent much time in mountains...maybe one day you can show me." Mildew said with a wink, fully aware that she was limited in her own ways too, married to the Feverlands through and through. See how high she flies
As for healing, he didn't argue, which she appreciated - though she did see the immediate reaction to her offer of a fortune. Mildew knew the look well, that of a skeptic trying to be polite in the face of an esoteric, mystical offer. Once again though he was courteous and agreed, which inspired a large smile to bloom over her lips, the witch pleased with Deimos' attitude.
Gesturing for him to follow her on the way back to her home, she laughed quietly as he said he was in control of his own fate, as if any of them were. "I tell one possible future, dear. The one I see. What you could be - but we are all victim to the whims of the Gods and the land. The purpose of the fortune is more...hm. To give you an idea of your potential, to give you a direction." Whether or not he believed her was another matter, but Mildew didn't seem to mind much, not looking back as she climbed down the root ledge that led to the path over the pond to her home.
She got the moon in her eye
