Mildew
Woo hoo, witchy woman
See how high she flies
"Alcohol?" Mildew asked with a surprised smile, tilting her head. It had been a long time since she'd had a drink and she'd never thought to make one from kelp. Potions, balms, skin treatments...but not alcohol. Maybe it was worth a try. "Oh, I have sweet things, dear. Hold on."See how high she flies
Holding her bag up closer to her face, Mildew rummaged through it; she liked to keep a good amount of various things on her, in the chance she'd need to make something on the fly. So far though, the trip to Torchline had been going well enough that she didn't think she'd need an emergency potion. Drawing out a little linen bag, she unfolded it in her hand, revealing a bunch of cloud berries collected from the Wilds. "These should add a good flavour to any drinks. I put them in tea, usually, but I think they'll do fine in yours." Handing them to Remi, she peered in at the rocks he said were for his son.
"How sweet. How old is he? I haven't seen a child in..." She paused, trying to think back, not realising how odd this might sound. "...Well over two hundred years."
Was she looking for anything in particular? Mildew glanced at her collection of shells and random bits and shook her head. "I'm just taking what I can find for my work. A bit of everything, really. You never know what will have the right power."
She got the moon in her eye
