Second chances

ludo Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own "No, sweetling. Thank you." Ludo's mask ducked as if it were offering her a nod of gratitude, and all at once the rest of the candles in the shrine would flicker to life, perfectly in sync. The rest of the platform, too, would be tidied up, just as Maea had been doing herself. Ludo swirled up in a swathe of darkness and shadow, before swooping lazily overhead. As it did so, it brushed a tendril of fabric across the Abandoned's face. "I look forward to attending the festival with you. Afterwards, you shall see better than you ever have. Until then, farewell."