Mildew
She rings like a bell through the night
And wouldn't you love to love her?
Seeing Phoebe's shoulders slump, she frowned and looked off in the direction of Mourn. "If it's for Frey, I can guide you there dear...but what could you need soil for? You'll have to be careful where you take it from. Again, the spirits...they can be awfully picky." Personally, if she was ever to die, Mildew was fine for her body to be compost or whatever else people desired, but those memorialised at Mourn were very precise about how their remains and shrines were kept.
She rules her life like a bird in flight
And who will be her lover?
And who will be her lover?