DELPHiA
Word travelled fast when you could hear the whispers of spirits and the dead. Ludo is back. From wherever they’d been on whatever task Mort had sent them, the namesake of her favorite part of the wood had returned, and Delphia would not miss an opportunity to meet them if she could help it. Ludo was her father’s herald after all, whatever tasks were laid before the soul guide would certainly coincide with her own work at the behest of their beloved Mort. And so, with joyous excitement in her heart, she came to the shrine, a precious gift as an offering in her hands, something she had kept with her from her own childhood. It was a painted box with a handle. When the handle was turned, the box played a little tune, and after an indeterminate amount of time, the top would open and out popped a doll dressed as none other than Ludo itself. Equal parts scary and fun. She hoped Ludo would love it as much as she had through all the years.
”Ludo, I have heard of you from my father, Mort, and I would love to meet you.” she called out as she placed the toy box down on the alter. ”I hope we might find a way to work together, that perhaps my abilities can help you as they have helped our beloved Mort.
”Ludo, I have heard of you from my father, Mort, and I would love to meet you.” she called out as she placed the toy box down on the alter. ”I hope we might find a way to work together, that perhaps my abilities can help you as they have helped our beloved Mort.
hello, old friend
