two demi goddesses walk into the wilds

MILDEW

Caught in the middle of a hundred and five

The little starwhale took Mildew's attention for a moment; she'd seen plenty of dragons in the last season, but nothing like that. Hearing the fate of the pangolin's mother and burrow she sighed and tutted down at them. "Well, that won't do. I know where there's some more of them - we could drop them off. Better to be with their own kind." Whether they would be accepted into the new group was unknown, but that was nature.

Mildew found Amalia's rushed, flustered nature somewhat endearing; reminded her of herself in her youth, when the world had still been new and exciting and discovering her place in it had yet to come. "Well. Respect might be a little strong, dear, but I have an understanding of how things work out here. Show your force, your willingness to attack - and most creatures are smart enough to back off."

Satisfied that her feet were as gourd gut-less as they were going to be, she straightened out and looked around. "So...prior to your gourd run in, what were you doing out here?"

The night was heavy and the air was alive