so hold my hand and i'll walk with you, my dear
Nearing a particularly interesting tree, you stop to lay your hand upon it, committing the fascinating lines and grooves to memory. It's bark is discolored from squirrel piss- another sign of nature persisting, no matter what gods or humans will.
You love it.
"Why d'ya think Ludo likes presents so much?" You like presents too, but they seem rather useless for a herald. Still, you stick your other hand into your pocket, pulling out a pretty stone. Walkig back to the Shrine, you lay it on front of the little altar. "Delphy told me 'bout souls- an' about how the Voice captures 'em, which is really bad she says. But I don't think I really understand.. can you explain it, Ludo?"
You love it.
"Why d'ya think Ludo likes presents so much?" You like presents too, but they seem rather useless for a herald. Still, you stick your other hand into your pocket, pulling out a pretty stone. Walkig back to the Shrine, you lay it on front of the little altar. "Delphy told me 'bout souls- an' about how the Voice captures 'em, which is really bad she says. But I don't think I really understand.. can you explain it, Ludo?"
Kaimana
