Mildew
She is like a cat in the dark and then
She is the darkness
Endless glass bottles stacked on shelves and cabinets lit up with the days sun rising, the dirt on the glass easier to see but the colours still beautiful, Mildew's shack becoming a kaleidoscope of lights and shades as the day went on. She sat in the doorway, the wicker entrance propped open with a rock and her feet resting in the cool mud beneath the stairs, hands working at weaving together strands of grass into intricate, arcane shapes.
Smart brown eyes darting up as she sensed an incoming presence, Mildew held out her arm towards the air for the messengers, a smile on her face as her hand extended to allow them to rest and give their words. "Hello there, Darlings." She greeted, with the easy casual confidence of someone entirely within her element. "What is it you have come to say?"
Smart brown eyes darting up as she sensed an incoming presence, Mildew held out her arm towards the air for the messengers, a smile on her face as her hand extended to allow them to rest and give their words. "Hello there, Darlings." She greeted, with the easy casual confidence of someone entirely within her element. "What is it you have come to say?"
She rules her life like a fine skylark and when
The sky is starless
