inside a dream

Ludo drifted over to the staff as she mentioned it, porcelain mask tilting here and there as if to examine the cracks and yet more beneath it. "A stick," it observed, nudging it gently with a slip of cloth. At that point, of course, Melita grabbed hold of it and presented it to the deity, and Ludo hummed to itself. "Yes, I can fix your stick. But you must bring me the sap from a Wicker Woman. That is what I need, yes." Mask bobbing as if to nod, it pressed two slips of fabric together. "Nothing for me - you have brought me shells. I like them very much." LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own