[OPEN] breach your rippling pool

M i l d e w

Come down, little darling,
and lay at my breast

Mildew's mouth formed a quiet, knowing smile as Aurelia repeated that one word, knowing that it would appeal to the mortal when she said it. They always wanted to be heroes, someone important, someone that would be remembered - it took the wisdom and perspective of hundreds of years to realise it really didn't matter, and she wouldn't take that wonder from the girl yet.

It seemed that Aurelia wasn't entirely willing, or at least confident, to put herself behind Safrin; well, she'd learn soon enough. Any attempt to work against the creators of the world ended poorly. "You offer yourself. Though..." She tilted her head and smiled. "For Safrin, something beautiful wouldn't hurt, especially something with stars on it. She likes that sort of thing." Not Mildew's patron God, but one she was fond of all the same.

"The Gods know exactly what you are capable of, dear. In and out. They wouldn't ask for something you can't do." She gestured with her hands out, as if it were obvious - because to Mildew, it was. "As for if she doesn't show....well. Try again the next season. If you wanted an audience with a King or Queen, you wouldn't expect to be able to just walk in and demand it, would you?"

Oh, come a little closer
and I'll do the rest