Rusalka, Rusalka your arms out of water
Your hair like an alien bloom
Hearing something approaching, Mildew stood and waited to see what it was; upon seeing a dragon, a creature she had not laid eyes on in many years, she smiled and reached out in greeting to the little beast, kneeling to be closer to her eye level. Glancing over to the apologetic woman, presumably some kind of companion to the dragon, she shook her head. "It is fine. Nice to see someone so excited to see me."
Softly stroking Riya's scales, if the dragon came close, Mildew adjusted so she could actually look at Anju, easily rotating around on her toes. "There are more and more visitors to the Feverlands these days...have you come to see it too, love?" The Witch had mixed feelings about the new tourists; on the one hand it was nice to see life in the swamp again beyond the bugs and birds, but on the other it spoke of danger, change.
"You know, I heard there was a Witch further into the swamp, so you might want to be careful." She warned, mischief glittering in her eyes but voice solemn enough to be serious.
Softly stroking Riya's scales, if the dragon came close, Mildew adjusted so she could actually look at Anju, easily rotating around on her toes. "There are more and more visitors to the Feverlands these days...have you come to see it too, love?" The Witch had mixed feelings about the new tourists; on the one hand it was nice to see life in the swamp again beyond the bugs and birds, but on the other it spoke of danger, change.
"You know, I heard there was a Witch further into the swamp, so you might want to be careful." She warned, mischief glittering in her eyes but voice solemn enough to be serious.
Dark-eyed Rusalka, your brow tressed in flowers
Mildew
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