MILDEW
Caught in the middle of a hundred and five
A very strange emergency, but an emergency nonetheless.
Running up behind Amalia, Mildew took no hesitation in lifting her feet and beginning to stomp on the heads of the gourds, ignoring their attempts to nip her and with the courage of someone that had lived in the wilds her whole life, mercilessly mashed their pumpkin innards between her toes until they were all either mush or running away. Panting, once she was sure they were all seen to, she looked up at the guest. "Dear, what is going on?!"
The night was heavy and the air was alive