[DROP] don't give it away

M i l d e w

Stars move slowly in a silvery night
Far away on the other side

Mildew knew the swamp; she had grown in it, transformed with it, spoken to it, breathed it for years; anything new was immediately obvious to her and of interest - not necessarily bad, for she understood change had to come...though this change was definite curious. A tower, erected in the midst of the tar pits. Who had had the time to build it without her noticing? Why was it there?

Prize or no, this was a situation that required some considering; she sat on a safe rock, an oasis in the tar, skirt tucked under her legs and elbows on her knees, and watched what happened. What she saw would inform how she would act about this new element of her home.

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Mildew hangs back and observes the tower for now.

Will you come to talk with me this night?
But she couldn't find how to push through