inside a dream

"Pretty." There, all at once, Melita would be nose to nose with a delicate porcelain mask, surrounded by a floating halo of rags. The mask tilted down to admire the shells she had scattered along the shrine, a whisper of fabric reaching out to nudge one over and make it sparkle. The mask would appear to smile then, serene and patient. So unlike Ludo, really. Or perhaps more like Ludo than it had ever been in its time within the barrier. "For me?" LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own