perfect prisms

Mildew

Woo hoo, witchy woman
See how high she flies

"Business, darling?" Mildew asked, clearly confused by that (unless he had to discuss trades with beetles, there wasn't much to do) but supposing she was willing to hear what it was he wanted to do. "I'm very familiar with the Feverlands. Some people have even said I am the Feverlands." She put her hand to her mouth and grinned mischievously, rather liking that insinuation.

Mildew nodded approvingly of what Remi had to say about his child. It had been a long time since she'd been involved in any raising of children, many names and lifetimes ago, but she was a firm believer in letting them go on their own journeys. "Well, you wouldn't want that. And does he have a mother or father other than yourself?" She asked politely, knowing most young families loved to gush about their partners and children.

Seeing the feathers appear on his shoulders was a fun surprise; Mildew laughed and reached to take one without hesitation, her desire to experiment with the new ingredient overtaking concerns about making Remi sting a little. Pinched and plucked away into her fingers, she overturned the feather a few times, holding it up to the light. "Would love to see you in all your glory, dear. Shifts like that are such a gift."

She got the moon in her eye