Rusalka, Rusalka your arms out of water
Your hair like an alien bloom
"What did you have to give up? And if this Sunjata is one of those that left you like that in the Swamp, he doesn't deserve your help, dear." Mildew half had a mind to write a letter to the men she'd mentioned, asking what they thought they were doing. She was almost fond of Aurelia, as she had been the first new face she'd seen in many years and respectful too.
The cloth moved closer into the wound now; Mildew put a steadying hand just under Aurelia's knee to keep her leg still as the water washed over ragged edges and came away pink with blood. "I'm not going to judge you for hunting, either. It's life. You know that most of what I eat comes from the Swamp, meat and plant both? In time, I will die and the creatures here will eat me." To the ground, flesh slowly ripped away until she was naught but bones; it was the burial she wanted.
She tilted her head side to side as Aurelia mused on the companion, not giving any thoughts on that. They all had their sins and mistakes.
"I see." Mildew took a break from washing the wound to reach and brush her fingers over the old scar, tutting and shaking her head. "You've really been having a poor time, haven't you?" When it rained, it poured: it always seemed that the bad things in life came all at once. "This person that hurt you...are you worried she might do it again? I could give you something for protection."
The cloth moved closer into the wound now; Mildew put a steadying hand just under Aurelia's knee to keep her leg still as the water washed over ragged edges and came away pink with blood. "I'm not going to judge you for hunting, either. It's life. You know that most of what I eat comes from the Swamp, meat and plant both? In time, I will die and the creatures here will eat me." To the ground, flesh slowly ripped away until she was naught but bones; it was the burial she wanted.
She tilted her head side to side as Aurelia mused on the companion, not giving any thoughts on that. They all had their sins and mistakes.
"I see." Mildew took a break from washing the wound to reach and brush her fingers over the old scar, tutting and shaking her head. "You've really been having a poor time, haven't you?" When it rained, it poured: it always seemed that the bad things in life came all at once. "This person that hurt you...are you worried she might do it again? I could give you something for protection."
Dark-eyed Rusalka, your brow tressed in flowers
Mildew
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