Mildew
Woo hoo, witchy woman
See how high she flies
Mildew nodded, knowing full well that she held a valuable gift here in her hut. Not quite the impressive miracles that the Abandoned could manage, but an ability to care and manage many without panicking. One thing her many years had given her was patience. "Mmm." Was all she said though, nodding and taking her own sip of tea.See how high she flies
As for her predictions for the future, all she could do was shake her head. "I'm afraid I have no idea. I wasn't involved with the decision, obviously, and I was kept away from the majority of the complexities and consequences. I think...it's...sensible, to entirely eradicate the problem. But it might not be practical - and in that case, I think putting her away while we work on another strategy may be the best thing we can do." Mildew shrugged and pulled a strand of her hair around her finger, letting it fall into a ringlet by her collarbone. "History does have a tendency to repeat itself. I've seen many men just like you, you know. I've been in a lot of times where it feels like the world might be about to turn upside down."
She laughed as he asked if she made it, looking around the hut as if hunting for a potential other crafter. "Yes. I did." Her amusement softened as he mentioned his own skills, but Mildew kept the smirk on her face as she took the figure back to enchant it. Closing her eyes and holding it in her hands, she mumbled softly under her breath and handed it back after a few moments. "Here. If you need to tell someone how you really feel, this will help."
Mildew has given Deimos:
Screaming Figurine
This small wooden figurine of a man screaming, when held in ones hand, will make the user entirely unable to hold back any feelings or thoughts and will cause them to ramble incessantly if they do speak. (However, these feelings and thoughts do not need to be honest)
She got the moon in her eye
