Mildew
I question your innocence
Mildew had never been one to rush and any urgency she'd had within had slipped away during her long life time. She liked to take the time to consider, to think over and see every angle of what she would do before she would do it. This task from Frey, to find and arrange each of the Seasonal gods...well, it was no different. It was for her God and she would do it, but first she wanted to find the best way to; if the war was truly not going to start for some seasons yet, she had the time.So she had gone on a walk. Through the Feverlands and King's End, over the border of Hak Etme and now into the Greatwood. Mildew had no intention of going to the Grounds (she'd found the place awfully depressing when she had been there), so was likely going to turn around after she had seen what she could of the forest. She walked slowly and considered each tree, flower, mushroom or creature: occasionally taking something and putting it in her basket.
The river had provided a decent enough guide through the woods and when it ended Mildew looked up to see that it dropped off quite suddenly - but more notably than that, that there was someone else there. By the wings and small stature it was obvious this was one of the Fae that resided in the Greatwood; she smiled to herself and tried to gently approach, letting her feet softly step on stones and moss, long used to balancing over the muddy waters of the Feverlands. "You know dear, if you couldn't fly, I'd be worried about you being so close to that edge. Are you alright?"
Well, are you responsible for your actions?
