MATHAIR
"Might not be much...but it's better'n nothing." The goddess counters, baring pointed teeth that seem to grow the longer they were revealed. Reaching to snatch the beetle from Mildew's fingers, the goddess indeed cromchs it, though is no closer to being satisfied. "And I'd like to think you'd know I get hangry." The Mathair counters as she wipes a corner of beetle from her lip.
Still, Mildew wasn't wrong, and it was with a huff that sounded like dead leaves being blown across a grave that the goddess rolled one of her wrists for the swamp switch to go on.
Still, Mildew wasn't wrong, and it was with a huff that sounded like dead leaves being blown across a grave that the goddess rolled one of her wrists for the swamp switch to go on.
