not one for social constructs

Ludo It's probably a wise decision for Mel to choose not to play the xylophone, because it means Ludo gets to do it instead. And the instrument plink plonks away without needing the use of the sticks, some invisible force making childlike music until the masked god appears over Koa's shoulder with a, "BOO!" Laughing and mussing Mel's hair with a raggedy tendril, it takes the landshark tooth and turns it over and over in its hands. "I don't do healing," it apologies. "I could make it into a nice stabby dagger for you though." As for the crater and the plants and all of that eugh, the mask gives the impression that Ludo's wrinkling its nose, though of course it isn't. "Some bits fell from the sky," it says. "The sky isn't really my thing."