will you come out and play?

Ludo does not like Halo. Too cold. Too many reminders. But the sing-song calls of the devout - and hard candies, let's be real - is not something it can reasonably deny. And so Weaver's candles flicker, nearly blowing out, and the mortal will feel something drape about her shoulders, warm, like a shawl. Ludo's masked face appears next to her own, a rag sneaking out around her to collect up the candies. "Come out, come out, whereever I am," it says in a copy of her sing-song tone, sounding amused. "What is it, sweetling?" LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own