the feeling you're never far gone

M i l d e w

Come down, little darling,
and lay at my breast

Mildew nodded along to the names, putting a finger to her chin at the thought of the lost Flowerbirth deity. There were a few places she could think of that seemed like desirable locations for such a God. "And how do I call out for them? Do you know their name or anything about them at all? Anything would help." Just so she had something to go on - though of course, for Frey, she was more than willing to wander around aimlessly for years.

"I'll speak to all of them. I like to think I have some skill for persuasion." She smirked and leaned back against the leaves on the branch, glad to find they held her weight if she was careful about where to put it. "I suppose that's all I needed, then...I know you are awfully busy, darling, so I wouldn't hold you too long."

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