I'll leave the light on

Mildew

She rings like a bell through the night
And wouldn't you love to love her?

"Well now, let's not leap to despair. She may just as well have been taken in and helped. I do think most people would hesitate to harm a child." Mildew had determinedly kept up a mostly positive view of humanity over her long life and had learnt that it took quite a lot of choice. She wasn't naive to the fact that right now, with the world on the cusp of the fight it was, some people might go as far as to harm the innocent - but she hoped that the majority had not reached that point (and never would).

She shrugged as for Wessex not wanting the rest and adjusted her course to take them deeper into the swamps, thinking to go towards some 'caves' made by particularly strong and high roots, where she often found people stuck. "I've been here some...hm, well, certainly coming up to three hundred years. Longer than that, perhaps, but I did wander for a while." The barrier going up and the war coming to a crashing end had pushed her into the Feverlands more permanently. "As I said, dear - no one knows it like I do. Just last week I found a young girl half-dead and abandoned by her 'friends' on the edge of the mudpools here."

She rules her life like a bird in flight
And who will be her lover?