The Spark Divine

Ludo watched the exchange between them in silence, patient as the night that drew out around them. Or at least, she was patient, until the little gryphlet interrupted the proceedings. She made a small sound in the back of her throat that wanted to be a squee, dropping down to kneel with them, expectant that the half-kittycat, half-whatever would come for fuss. "The point of it?" she said softly. "I was told, once, that near-death serves as a reminder. To appreciate what one has, and to make one's days count." But she felt as though there was no need for this, not for Amalia. This was a woman of the old world, when their stories had still been legend and they had walked among the mortals with purpose. Amalia did not need to be told that she needed to make herself worthy for death - she already knew it. And so she ducked her head in acknowledgement at Amalia's refusal, only to look up once more at her question. Between the two of them... for it would take two, given their talents... "Souls get lost, during LongNight," Ludo said softly. "Not just during LongNight, but it is more common at this time. Whilst I can round them up myself, I believe you would find peace in the task. You too, dreamless one." LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own