Arialla nodded, pleased by Mildew's approval -- and the outlook that aligned with her own. She might not have come to Caido willingly, she might have struggled at first, but her ability to adjust to that which she'd never imagined she'd experienced showed strength ... right?
She entered Mildew's home carefully, respectfully, not wanting to damage or dirty anything -- even if a ruder individual might have said that everything was already dirty. It would be especially bad, Arialla imagined, to knock over any of the many bottles of spell ingredients, or the tea kettle.
Sitting down on a blanket across from Mildew's, Arialla said, "I'd be happy to. I came from a small fishing village on the coast of a great sea, in a land of city-states favored by the gods."
please don't take my sunshine away
