Alea
would you like to play a game?
Carrying a bunch of recently-picked flowers in both hands, Alea wandered the pathways of the Fae's graveyard quietly, humming a solemn tune to herself. Her Ludo puppet perched in her hair, watching her perform what she imagined to be the offices of a priest of Ludo: "tending" the graves by placing flowers on them, rather at random, and talking to them. She hadn't known any of the Fae interred here, but she often made up stories about them. This one had been a peerless warrior, this one a weaver of beautiful tapestries, this one a hunter like a fox. Sometimes Alea would pause to brush snow or other detritus off a gravestone, making sure the dead Fae's names were clearly visible, though she tended to mispronounce them when she read them off.
No Fae had yet caught her at this activity, though she tried to remember to come by at least once a season. She didn't know what the Fae would think of her visiting their graveyard; from the legends she'd always heard of the Fae as an unfriendly people, she didn't think they'd like it, so she tended to take off if she sensed anyone nearby. But today she was utterly absorbed in telling a particularly mossy gravestone its life story and took no notice of anybody approaching.
No Fae had yet caught her at this activity, though she tried to remember to come by at least once a season. She didn't know what the Fae would think of her visiting their graveyard; from the legends she'd always heard of the Fae as an unfriendly people, she didn't think they'd like it, so she tended to take off if she sensed anyone nearby. But today she was utterly absorbed in telling a particularly mossy gravestone its life story and took no notice of anybody approaching.
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