ludo
"To get them back you would need to trade eternal life. Twice over." Ludo's voice was frank and quiet, the deity appearing in a whisper of fabric, silent, still, solemn. It hovered just above Amalia, watching her and watching the bundle she clutched so closely to her chest. "Of course they are safe. I took them to Mort myself. They are happy, without pain, without care..." Everything one would hope after death.
"But I sense, sweetling, that you are unhappy about this. Would you have them back for yourself, if you could?" It tilted its head.
"But I sense, sweetling, that you are unhappy about this. Would you have them back for yourself, if you could?" It tilted its head.
