little did I know

ludo Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own "What relation?" Ludo wonders, and if the skull could tilt this way and that, it would. "I do not possess family, and it has been years since I have looked on your face. You bring a meagre offering on your first visit in lifetimes and expect a familiarity you do not deserve. And now you ask me to fix you." The skull chatters with the god's laughter. Perhaps there are tendrils of something raggedy slipping around the shrine of bones, until a porcelain mask peeps over the top of it. "A blank slate? I could carve away your memories, if that would suit you." Already a wisp of fabric creeps forward, as if tempted by the idea. "Of course, that may also bring confusion to all those people who know you. But it might be fun."