and time it waits for no one

A breeze, cold and crisp compared to the close of the season, rustled through the trees and around the shrine. It would pluck at Maea's hair and seem to tug her forward, beckon her almost, towards somewhere just... behind the shrine. If she looked closely she would notice the offering she gave get snatched up and disappear into the shadows, and should she follow the breeze, it would be to see a patch of sheer nothingness through which the wind was being sucked. "Once you asked if you might give up your magics, sweetling. Do you remember?" Ludo's voice was distant within the nothingness. "It remains as impossible as it always has been. But if it is freedom you seek, and the wind of change... step in." LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own