Heads on a science apart

ludo Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own "That is your problem, not mine," Ludo responded to Remi's chastising, wiggling a tendril of fabric at him for good measure. It continued to flick up flurries of snow with its rags as the alchemist gave its terms due credence, and the white mask tilted up to settle on Remi in a blank, sightless stare when he finally named his price. Ludo seemed to shiver a little, as if stretching to say what it wanted to. Finally it drifted forward and about Remi, cloaking itself around him almost. "I cannot say, for I do not know," it said. "But your answers lie up there." The mask nodded through the bleak, stark snow to the needlepoint of black in the distance, to the Spire. "You will likely need aid from those abominations that claim themselves ascended. But to say more than that is beyond me." Then he spoke the name of Delphine Rowan and Ludo near quivered. It unwrapped itself from around Remi to hover before him once more, examining him carefully. "No, you may keep the others. I need only one." It reached out a lick of fabric to flick Remi in the forehead petulantly - and just like that, the memory of Bellamy's interruption into their intimate (if not platonically so) moment would be gone. And in Ludo's place stood Delphine Rowan, wearing the god's rags and a white mask. "Oh, this is different," it said in her voice.