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not to lose hope - Weaver - 03-30-2020
She has never visited this shrine before, though she is already in Ludo’s Woods to find Delphia, and she cannot help but stop to see the gods. See. Ha. Neither Mort or Ludo would come for her, but she remembers what Maea had told her. Not to give up. That if Ludo was taking the gifts, he was listening, even if it was not coming.
Her offering is makeshift and quick, as she did not have her usual supply of things here in the Greatwood. She whittled a small figurine of the Palace out of a piece of wood, remembering the Palace replica Maea had made out of ice. The little figurine is crude, but it does the trick.
Weaver sits between the trees, tucking her legs beneath her and places the little wooden Palace in front of her. [say]”Ludo? Mort?”[/say] She still does know what Mort likes, and so only brings what she knows Ludo might enjoy. [say]”I was hoping to ask after Maea. Please?”[/say]
Maea had told her to give up or not was Weaver’s choice. And it was her choice. So she sits and stays, trying not to lose hope that maybe someday, the gods would answer her.
RE: not to lose hope - Random Event - 03-30-2020
A wave of wind crashes through the Greatwood, whispering through the boughs of the trees, dancing the lanterns within their wake. It lifts bits and pieces of Weaver’s clothes, lifting her hair as well as it whips past. The trinket itself isn’t left alone either, another brushing gust of wind to filter through the wood figurine, but that's all that happens. Ludo does not come.
RE: not to lose hope - Weaver - 03-31-2020
The wind is the only thing that comes. She is not surprised, but like always, there is some amount of disappointment about it. Why did Ludo come for other Abandoned and yet not her? Was there something about her specifically that the gods did not like?
All that seemed unlikely, but she couldn’t help but ask the questions anyway. Weaver sits for a while longer, waiting, though not for anything in particular. She simply isn’t in a rush, though eventually, she finally gets up. Weaver brushes the leaves from her pants and then tucks the little figurine against one of the trees. It was for Ludo, after all, and so she leaves it. If nothing else, it will return to the earth.
(finished)