holding fast

ludo Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own The woods seem to shudder with Remi's presence; or rather, they shiver with the cold. Favourite time of year indeed. When it appears it will not be as the others who have encountered it are used to - Ludo appears to Remi as itself, an alabaster youth with dark hair and eyes, and fingertips blackened with the cold. "Hello, everyone," it says, its tone as chilly as the snow all around. Crouching down, it reaches out for some of the kindling that Remi has bundled together. "This is very thoughtful, sweetling. Speak more, then. What do you propose for the Greatwood?"