Mildew
I don't think there is anyone under your skin
Like a Cheshire cat I think that you are just a grin
While she didn't have Osozo's heat vision, Mildew was deeply familiar with the swamp and all life within; she could tell by the sound of the footsteps how close Osozo was, and by the time they reached the clearing she was turned to face them, casually leaning back on one hand and watching them arrive. Some surprise did take over her features as they so easily greeted her, as if they had been expecting her too, but she didn't let it stay long.
"...Hello. You're quite chipper, aren't you, sweetheart? Most people who explore through these parts are exhausted by now." Tucking her legs underneath herself, Mildew looked Osozo up and down; they looked...odd, but she supposed she hadn't been in contact with the larger world for a while now. Fashion, genetics...it all could have changed in the literal hundreds of years she'd been distant. "Do you have a name?"
"...Hello. You're quite chipper, aren't you, sweetheart? Most people who explore through these parts are exhausted by now." Tucking her legs underneath herself, Mildew looked Osozo up and down; they looked...odd, but she supposed she hadn't been in contact with the larger world for a while now. Fashion, genetics...it all could have changed in the literal hundreds of years she'd been distant. "Do you have a name?"
And I can feel you laughing, under my skin
And the happy palpitations are making me grin
