the final petal wished upon

”Congratulations, then - I am here, and your faith is restored.” A rag snakes out to pat her red hair, like that should be enough to placate her. But has Ludo really appeared to soothe her conscience? Or has it appeared precisely because she has not showed respect this time, by appearing without so much as a sniff of an offering? That strange laugh-cry echoes around the shrine again, Ludo fluttering away to hover, once more, by the lantern. ”Bold of you to assume that the Voice is more likely to tolerate the presence of an Abandoned,” it croons. ”Do you know that some of the most devout Accepted never receive a god’s voice in their ear? What makes you so special? So worthy? Tell me, please. I am dying to hear it.” LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own