the air was more than human

The temptation is always there to jump out and scare the soul out of say boo! to those who come to see it. But then they come with memories of dead ma's and with little bitsy puzzle boxes and their little bitsy rabbit carvings and their fathers with bad knees, and ugh. It reminds Ludo of times spent in the old woodlands of the Hollowed Grounds, sealed behind a barrier and beckoning silly young alchemists with lanterns. Appearing without pomp (and possibly sulking), the masked bundle of spooky rags all but swarms the puzzle box, shaking it and bashing it against a flagstone and trying to prise it open with raggedy tendrils. "Your Ma would have left instructions," it points out to Koa. LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own