did you never want to be alone?

The leaves rustle in the trees like a sigh, and the wind plucks at Kiada's hair and at the hems of her clothes. Something falls gently about her shoulders, - a shawl, it would feel like. A shawl with a mask upon its hidden face. "LongNight took him, my sweetling," Ludo said gently, its tatters of fabric knotting themselves about her, like a raggedy hug. "A soul that was not found when the light returned. A soul that has never reached Mort." The god shivered at the thought, unhappy with the situation much as Kiada must be. "I do not know what has become of him... but perhaps there is a way that we might find out." LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own