just take your time wherever you go
Saiden wouldn't miss an appearance by Ludo. So the cook gathered up the doll he'd made and meandered down the coast. His creation wasn't fancy, but it was incredibly personal: the stuffing was made with seaweed, the mask was a shell, the rags were made from stolen cloths, and the twine holding it all together was pulled from fishing nets. It was authentically Torchline and authentically him.
Grinning at the darkness, the Hali picked up his pace. Gasping at the dancing souls, his eye tracked them, following them to the bonfire. Coming to a halt besides Sunjata, Saiden jerked his chin at the watching dolls. "Do ye think ours are good enough to join the crowd?" He held his in both hands, making it dance a little in time with the flames rather than setting it down in the stacks.
Grinning at the darkness, the Hali picked up his pace. Gasping at the dancing souls, his eye tracked them, following them to the bonfire. Coming to a halt besides Sunjata, Saiden jerked his chin at the watching dolls. "Do ye think ours are good enough to join the crowd?" He held his in both hands, making it dance a little in time with the flames rather than setting it down in the stacks.
