Mildew
Woo hoo, witchy woman
See how high she flies
Mildew grinned at Deimos' refusal to be defeated, liking his spirit; it was so rare to find a mortal willing to pick up and keep going, nowadays. She had spoken to so many with broken dreams and no ambition in the last Seasons. "Brave. I like that. Well, let's see if I can't help you work out a plan..."See how high she flies
First, the three that represented the Citadel, wide and sturdy underneath the airy possibilities of the future. The first card showed an Abandoned casting a spell, raising their arm and the elements circling around. Mildew nodded, then looked to the second: A stoic man holding two cups, looking measured and calm into the viewer's eyes. Finally, there was the third card, which bore two lovers; nude and clearly in the midst of a tryst. "Ah. How interesting." Was all she said at first, fingers hovering over each card for a moment.
"This first card...it is telling me that the Citadel is not being used for it's full potential, right now. That you are correct - something there does need to change. Though..." Mildew hummed, her fingertips brushing over the second card. "This one means patience, balance, finding a medium. The third is telling me that this is a difficult choice for you. I know you must hide it well, but something tells me you have lingering affection for the people you will have to strike down." She glanced up, to see if she hit her mark.
Finally, the fourth card. As he turned it over Mildew laughed and smiled, nodding. "Well, this is certainly you. Strength, determination. You just showed me that. I think this means you are indeed the right man for the job...but the other cards are saying that maybe you need to rethink your approaches. Brute strength may end in a disaster, but a mind for deals and strategies will fare better." She leaned back up from the cards and waved a hand over them. "So. Any thoughts about that?"
She got the moon in her eye
