innocence died screaming

Indeed, Ludo beholds the name with furrowed brow, tilting its head this way and that and finally pushing itself from the branches. Falling with the speed of a feather, on black tip-toes the herald lands softly before the Lullaby, crouching opposite until they are both hunched over the paper. "N," it guesses, its eyes never leaving Remi's face despite the game that sprawls between them. It knows already. Of course it does. But a game is a game, and Ludo wants to be sure this is the conversation they are about to have. LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own