MILDEW
Caught in the middle of a hundred and five
"Oh, this is lovely!" She exclaimed as she arrived, taking a seat and smiling widely at her patron God. Mildew herself had taken some care to her appearance, at least in her own way: the beetles in her hair shone with iridescent sheen, mingled in with colourful flowers that cascaded down to her mid-back with the blonde and brown curls. "I can't wait to see who shows up."
The night was heavy and the air was alive