Mildew
I question your innocence
Mildew nodded, a quiet sigh escaping her lips as she watched the Fae grapple with the idea. "Once you have killed...it changes you. You do not go back. Don't let it be a decision you make lightly." Not that she thought it would be, with the clear hesitation and doubt in Juniper's voice, something that the Demi-Goddess approved of. She'd never had much patience for those with bloodlust."You know...I wouldn't, just as of yet, lose all hope for the chance of a mutual solution. I don't think it likely, admittedly, but..." She shrugged, a knowing smile approaching her face. "The Gods can surprise us all. Perhaps we could find a solution like the one so many years ago, though a little more elegant. Something to contain, rather than to kill." The Ascended couldn't be allowed to roam freely turning more, that much was clear, but she liked to think not all the Old Gods would want every single current one dead.
Clapping her thighs, she shook her head, leaves tumbling out of her mass of curls. "This is all very miserable. Come on, darling, show me something wonderful in this Greatwood of yours! You must have a favourite place."
Well, are you responsible for your actions?
