Mildew
Woo hoo, witchy woman
See how high she flies
She was peering down through the bubbling waves at what looked like a particularly nice striped shell when Mildew heard a shout; still unaccustomed to hearing other people around after so long in the Wilds away from human contact, she immediately looked up and saw that the owner of the voice was actually directing it at her. For a moment she blinked, trying to work out what he meant; when she realised, Mildew laughed and raised up her bag too.See how high she flies
It had been a long time since she'd been on the beach, but she remembered once collecting things on the shore with friends long ago. Eager to meet new faces in Torchline, she took advantage of Remi making the first contact and walked towards him, stepping confidently on the wet sand and stone without looking at her bare feet.
"What are you collecting, dear?" Mildew asked, peering a little closer at Remi's bag. "There are a lot of good ingredients here. Enough that I don't mind sharing." The smile on her lips, teasing and bright, implied she'd still share anyway.
She got the moon in her eye
