you come to me, wild and wired

Ludo ”Your go.” Remi would find, all of a sudden, the board of checkers open before him on the ground, with one of the volcanic pieces set in motion. Ludo’s presence, at first, would be palpable around the statue of the aquatic man - did the eye wink? Did the gaze follow? But it was not long before the rags, familiar and forever reaching, enveloped the statue entirely. A porcelain mask covered the statue’s face; Ludo cling to it like a lichen, regarding the alchemist quietly. ”I did not think you would ever come.”