perfect prisms

Mildew

Woo hoo, witchy woman
See how high she flies

Mildew normally would not have revealed the location of her special guest, but Remi was a fellow Demi-God (Remi Demi hehe) and mentioned the Goddesses name first; she nodded. "Yes, shes staying with me. Are you to guide her back to the woods? I'm sure she's eager to go home." Not having seen quite the level of Ascended destruction that had occurred to the Mathair's home, she didn't think it a problem that she could simply slip back into the branches and roots of her last body.

"Oh? That must be a sight to see." She tapped on her chin, wondering if she ought to leave an offering for the God of death; once she'd made toys quite regularly for it, carving them from dried gourds and wood found in the Feverlands. She could make a wonderful grass doll.

Spending a moment more admiring his coat and feathers, Mildew finally stood back, very impressed indeed. "Your child - can he transform like you?"

She got the moon in her eye