Mildew
I don't think there is anyone under your skin
Like a Cheshire cat I think that you are just a grin
The busy tavern was certainly different from the wide and empty spaces Mildew was used to; once in the door she stopped and looked around the room for a moment, taking in all the voices and faces in one small space. After adjusting, she went to an empty table, assuming Ronin would purchase drinks - she had no idea what they offered in the city, but it probably wasn't the swamp brews she made out of leaves and berries back home.
"Remi! I met him on the beach. He was gathering shells for your child...ah...Mateo." She smiled, glad she could remember the name. "Is the boy here with you as well?"
Now that she was sat down, Mildew began to shuffle through her bag for her cards. "Do you have any specific questions about your future, darling?"
"Remi! I met him on the beach. He was gathering shells for your child...ah...Mateo." She smiled, glad she could remember the name. "Is the boy here with you as well?"
Now that she was sat down, Mildew began to shuffle through her bag for her cards. "Do you have any specific questions about your future, darling?"
And I can feel you laughing, under my skin
And the happy palpitations are making me grin
