Mildew
Woo hoo, witchy woman
See how high she flies
"No? Then you were missing out, dear. The swamp is the best place to be." Mildew said with the utmost confidence, fondly kneeling and cupping a flower in her hands, the rough stalk and spiked leaves seemingly not bothering her as they pricked her wrists. "It's beautiful, but dangerous enough to remind you that you're alive - you don't get complacent. That's the biggest killer, you know. People growing content and blind." It wasn't clear if this was entirely directed to Deimos, Mildew speaking softly and looking at the petals in her fingers.See how high she flies
As Belial began to calm she straightened back out, fingers slowly stroking the bottom of the flower as she left it. "Yes, she mentioned a desert." The story had been difficult to follow, but Mildew remembered that part. As for healing abilities, she smirked and tilted her head side to side. "Not so much ability, dear, but knowledge. There's plenty of things in this swamp that can be used in a potency just as powerful as magic. A little slower, perhaps, but who doesn't want to rest while they heal?"
Anyway - she stretched and looked behind her, the path towards her hut not too far. "Well, if you aren't busy, maybe I could interest you in a cup of tea and a fortune? I've been trying to tighten up my readings. Been a while since I did them regularly."
She got the moon in her eye
