ludo
As Adam produced the toy, the Accepted would swear that Ludo made a sound suspiciously like 'oooooo', the ragged deity floating down to eye level so it could peer at the thing curiously. As it flapped its little wings Ludo clapped together two tendrils of fabric, surging up again (the bird levitated up and out of Adam's hands as if it really could take flight) to regard the mortal before it.
"I like this very much," it said. "Thank you, sweetling. As for what you are... you are as you as you were before you tumbled into this place. I'm afraid I do not know why you are here, though. Why any of you are here. You are not the first lost soul, and you will not be the last." If rags could shrug, Ludo was doing it.
"But you are not dead. That much I do know."
"I like this very much," it said. "Thank you, sweetling. As for what you are... you are as you as you were before you tumbled into this place. I'm afraid I do not know why you are here, though. Why any of you are here. You are not the first lost soul, and you will not be the last." If rags could shrug, Ludo was doing it.
"But you are not dead. That much I do know."
