Anju
Anju is neither maternal nor particularly emotive, but she has a softspot a mile wide for the heralds and their various spirits, and the charmed grin on her face makes that apparent. The little tendrils are hard to spot but not impossible, and as Ludo arrives bedecked in darkness Anju chuckles quietly, not as surprised as she might have been otherwise.
"Were they tastier with so many mouths to enjoy them with?" she inquires, extending a hand with candy concealed in the palm towards Ludo as if challenging it to steal it away from the prison of her fingers, wiggling her wrist to and fro enticingly. "If I give you another, will you answer a riddle? Though I made it myself, so it's not very good." Advice was only half of what she'd come for, but to make a game of it was more entertaining.
"Were they tastier with so many mouths to enjoy them with?" she inquires, extending a hand with candy concealed in the palm towards Ludo as if challenging it to steal it away from the prison of her fingers, wiggling her wrist to and fro enticingly. "If I give you another, will you answer a riddle? Though I made it myself, so it's not very good." Advice was only half of what she'd come for, but to make a game of it was more entertaining.
I didn’t mean to be this kind of creature
The brain, the heart, the color or the features
The brain, the heart, the color or the features
