Mildew
She is like a cat in the dark and then
She is the darkness
Mildew had seen all kinds of reactions to her fortunes, from the wildly upset to the gleeful; Arialla was one of those inbetween cases, where it was hard to tell exactly how she felt about it. Still, she was polite, which Mildew always appreciated; she nodded and went to gather up the cards, idly shuffling them in her hands as she looked over the girl for a last time, as if assessing her for all she'd have to do ahead.
"If you feel like you need anything to help you on that journey...to keep you steady and on the right path.." Her eyes drifted up to the shelves, where herbs and pots of endless ingredients sat. "I can help with that too."
It was hard to contain her excitement about the chance of making a talisman again after all the years she had gone, but Mildew was careful to keep her face steady; not everyone wanted the help. In her many, many years she'd learnt not to take it as an offense. "A comfort, perhaps."
"If you feel like you need anything to help you on that journey...to keep you steady and on the right path.." Her eyes drifted up to the shelves, where herbs and pots of endless ingredients sat. "I can help with that too."
It was hard to contain her excitement about the chance of making a talisman again after all the years she had gone, but Mildew was careful to keep her face steady; not everyone wanted the help. In her many, many years she'd learnt not to take it as an offense. "A comfort, perhaps."
She rules her life like a fine skylark and when
The sky is starless
