Mildew
She is like a cat in the dark and then
She is the darkness
"Learning, or rather, being willing to learn, is the most important part." Mildew nodded; she had often wondered how well those Outlanders she had heard of had adapted, since she'd been made aware of the idea. It wouldn't be hard to imagine them banding together in small communities dedicated to nostalgia and old Worlds, but it seemed for the most part that had been avoided.
While she despised the circumstances that had brought them to Caido, she had sympathy for the displaced souls and admired their strength in continuing.
Reaching the door of her modest hut, wooden with moss and plants growing up every inch, Mildew held it open for Arialla to enter after her. There was already a kettle on a fire stove in the middle of the room, the wonky tin chimney wrapped in leaves forming the centerpiece of the space. Bottles and hundreds of dried plants and other spell ingredients lined the walls; Mildew went to check the kettle then sat on one of the many intricately detailed blankets on the floor. "Not quite ready yet. Do sit, dear. Tell me about where you came from, if you would."
While she despised the circumstances that had brought them to Caido, she had sympathy for the displaced souls and admired their strength in continuing.
Reaching the door of her modest hut, wooden with moss and plants growing up every inch, Mildew held it open for Arialla to enter after her. There was already a kettle on a fire stove in the middle of the room, the wonky tin chimney wrapped in leaves forming the centerpiece of the space. Bottles and hundreds of dried plants and other spell ingredients lined the walls; Mildew went to check the kettle then sat on one of the many intricately detailed blankets on the floor. "Not quite ready yet. Do sit, dear. Tell me about where you came from, if you would."
She rules her life like a fine skylark and when
The sky is starless
