the feeling you're never far gone

M i l d e w

Come down, little darling,
and lay at my breast

"Exactly. I'm not afraid of the changes." It had been exciting to see them all, really. How different people were now - and how similar too. How the same fights and problems sprung up in slightly new forms over and over in the years. She remembered when talk of the Voice had begun, when she'd just been some upstart mortal with big ideas. How stupid it had seemed. She had been so sure it would come to nothing.

Mildew was glad to see that Frey understood why she was concerned, though. Something that sought to pull life from Caido would quickly run into conflict with that which she was meant to protect. "Oh, I do. I am not scared for our world. I am sure that which made it and upkeep it will win. I just...would like to know how best I can help us reach that point." Swinging her legs and looking down at the ground below, she smiled. "I can handle most things that come my way on my own, nowadays. After all, I'm...quite old. But I still need your guidance on some matters. Do I involve myself with this war? Or is my role to stay out of it, provide relief to those that come to my swamp?"

Oh, come a little closer
and I'll do the rest