these mountains you carry

"Mmm..." Ludo's smile is enigmatic, but being that of a child, Remi might easily be able to discern that there is something it isn't saying, even if he doesn't know quite what that is. (Yet). Now, as they stand in the clearing, some details begin to settle. And it isn't necessarily an aspect of control, merely that the world has a chance to catch up with the two figures now. Some trees gain a little more colour, though the Lullaby might notice that they bear the marks of all seasons; some blaze with Leafchange foliage, where others peep with the new greens of Flowerbirth. The figures, too, gain some semblance of features. Perhaps a woman with dark curls strolls towards a blurry cottage in Remi's periphery. Maybe she holds the hand of a toddler. Releasing Remi, Ludo takes a step back and away from he Lullaby. It puffs out its chest, and if it weren't for the rags being so quintessentially a part of it, it might have even put on a bowtie for the occasion. "Remi Taliesin, I do not want to play with you any more," it announces. "But he does." LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own