perfect prisms

Mildew

Woo hoo, witchy woman
See how high she flies

"They're from... The Feverlands, they call it here, I think. Not a wonderful name, but...it'll have to do." To her it had always just been home, or at most a swamp; when she'd gone there so many years ago it hadn't had that name. "They grow along the edges of the rivers in bunches and I take as many as I can without taking from the animals." Because Mildew always knew to respect the life that had been there before she had, the bugs and creatures that made the swamp thrive.

Remi's confusion was missed, Mildew assuming he was taking a moment to think of his child's age; she'd met a lot of fathers without any idea. Though it seemed Mateos age was an actual mystery. Tilting her head, she smirked and raised an eyebrow, wondering why it was 'funny'. "Well, can he speak? Walk? Would you leave him on his own, or let him go off on an adventure?"

As for Manticore feathers and Poison...what a combination. "The feathers...I would love some of those, indeed. Where do you get them from?"

She got the moon in her eye