ludo
Ludo remained, a dragging, suffocating weight around Remi's shoulders as he began to explain. The mention of the longest of nights, however, and of knocks at doors going unanswered, set the deity to quivering. Whether out of anger or fear or something else entirely, it wasn't clear. But as Ludo surged up to hover before Remi, there was something intense about its masked gaze.
"Those souls do not rest easily," it agreed in a voice both low and wary. "But what would you do, sweetling? Leave your door open for the world to step inside? A fool's errand."
"Those souls do not rest easily," it agreed in a voice both low and wary. "But what would you do, sweetling? Leave your door open for the world to step inside? A fool's errand."
