ludo
"Gurgle, gurgle," says Ludo, from over Blik's shoulder. And should the octopus mermaid look into his pretty golden plate, he will see reflected a white, porcelain mask, and rags billowing out in the water all around like spilled ink. "That," it remarks, "is quite a pretty shiny. It is not my kind of shiny, because it does not do anything. But it is pretty."
They are in agreement about that, at least. A tendril worms its way through the depths to stroke across the plate, the mask nestled almost against Blik's shoulder as the deity considers the offering. "I am the shiny you get in return, though. Those are the rules."
They are in agreement about that, at least. A tendril worms its way through the depths to stroke across the plate, the mask nestled almost against Blik's shoulder as the deity considers the offering. "I am the shiny you get in return, though. Those are the rules."
