LUDO?
It cocked its head from side to side, studying, perplexed by this man who lived on top of the Spire. A myriad of questions spiraled along the Ludo’s mind, but since it was otherwise exhausted, fatigued, and tired from its lengthy walk up stair after stair after stair, it didn’t have the heart to posture any other inquiries.
Already grumpy and mildly irritated, it was prepared to pepper the stranger with an assortment of tricks. Instead though, it was offered a pastry. Curiously tilting its head again, it reached for the baked good, sniffing it through the mask holes as if on inspection. When it was deemed an actual thing fit for consumption, it decided to offer its own gift.
Not really knowing how to go about this whole thing, but oh well.
Reaching into its pockets, the makeshift herald offered a few colored stones.
Already grumpy and mildly irritated, it was prepared to pepper the stranger with an assortment of tricks. Instead though, it was offered a pastry. Curiously tilting its head again, it reached for the baked good, sniffing it through the mask holes as if on inspection. When it was deemed an actual thing fit for consumption, it decided to offer its own gift.
Not really knowing how to go about this whole thing, but oh well.
Reaching into its pockets, the makeshift herald offered a few colored stones.
It's a me...maybe
