Rusalka, Rusalka your arms out of water
Your hair like an alien bloom
"Enjoying your own company is a skill and one more people should have, in my opinion. Though it's good not to forget how to speak to others." Mildew advised with a twinkle in her eye, her voice wise; though without the context of her age, her advice could come across as patronising. Not considering that, she just smiled, wondering if any of these new friends she'd picked up in the last season would last.
Stormbreak would be an exciting new venture; she nodded and looked down at herself; the dirty clothes, bare feet, leaf-covered hair, and for a moment was conscious of how she had to look to anyone else. "Do you think I ought to change before I arrive there? While it's good to be oneself...I don't want to offend." Though, Mildew was sure once they knew she was a Demi God, there would be no disrespect (and if there was, there would be retribution for it).
Laughing happily as Anju agreed, Mildew continued to head back home. This would make it the second traveller she'd lured back to her hut, but there weren't really any malicious intentions behind it; mischief, more than anything. Maybe the chance to tell a fortune. "Well, so do people. After all, they're only dead people, aren't they? Not much scarier than the ones you see on the street...I suppose what it is that scares people is the reminder they may die themselves, hm?"
Stormbreak would be an exciting new venture; she nodded and looked down at herself; the dirty clothes, bare feet, leaf-covered hair, and for a moment was conscious of how she had to look to anyone else. "Do you think I ought to change before I arrive there? While it's good to be oneself...I don't want to offend." Though, Mildew was sure once they knew she was a Demi God, there would be no disrespect (and if there was, there would be retribution for it).
Laughing happily as Anju agreed, Mildew continued to head back home. This would make it the second traveller she'd lured back to her hut, but there weren't really any malicious intentions behind it; mischief, more than anything. Maybe the chance to tell a fortune. "Well, so do people. After all, they're only dead people, aren't they? Not much scarier than the ones you see on the street...I suppose what it is that scares people is the reminder they may die themselves, hm?"
Dark-eyed Rusalka, your brow tressed in flowers
Mildew
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