I'll leave the light on

Mildew

She rings like a bell through the night
And wouldn't you love to love her?

Mildew laughed at Wessex's question, holding a hand over her mouth as a sound like bells left her. "I suppose you could say that, yes. I have been serving Frey my whole life in these swamps...though I have seen, as you say, 'some shit'." From wars to peace, invaders and refugees, lovers and enemies...they'd all wandered into the Feverlands, at one point or another.

"While we're being candid about who we are..." She confidently used a root as a step up onto a mud ledge, deftly switching her feet over quickly enough that it didn't collapse under her weight. "I see you have some sharp teeth. That means you're either very devoted to strange fashion, or an Ascended. I've never met an Ascended before - I would be interested to ask you some questions." Glancing back towards Wessex, holding out a hand to help her over the same obstacle, Mildew did not seem to have any ill intent.

She rules her life like a bird in flight
And who will be her lover?