children of the rain and snow

"A costume, yes." Ludo's masked head bobbed with excitement. "I wish to look like the stars and the night sky." And Amalia had offered and it had accepted, and it would be so. Such were the ways of offerings. (At least in Ludo's mind). It heard her out quietly, thoughtfully almost, as she spoke of Vi, of the blight, of the Cait Sith, the wandering dead, the wickedness in the woods. And it reached out gently, with a tendril of cloth... and boop!ed Amalia on the nose. "No," it said. "No, Shield of Safrin. You do too much already, and you would be wise not to stretch yourself so thin. Leave the dead to the dead - the living are trouble enough." LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own