Mildew
She rings like a bell through the night
And wouldn't you love to love her?
"A Demi-God...?" She asked, glancing back over her shoulder at Wessex. "I didn't know the Voice had them. How interesting." Oh, she was sure those more devoted to their ideals would say Wessex was not a Demi-God but something else entirely, but Mildew was willing to take her at face value for the moment. "What drew you to the Voice in the first place? Oh, I know she offers eternal life right away - a blessing and a curse, mind you - but many have gained enough favour with the Old Gods to earn that too."
As they came by a clearing she knew was often a stopping place for travellers, Mildew stood on the base of a large bent tree and looked around, but with no Mabel to be seen, she shrugged and kept going.
She rules her life like a bird in flight
And who will be her lover?
And who will be her lover?