children of the rain and snow

"Oh. It is a me." Ludo sat up in the branches of the tree that Amalia was lying beneath, swinging long legs beneath its rags and seeming to have no need for balance. Its rags writhed and danced around its form, its mask tilting this way and that to watch the little puppet-Ludo as it moved and danced. "I am quite lovely. I like this very much." Drifting down before Amalia (its mask would hover above her face - Ludo cared nought for personal space), it reached out a tendril of fabric to pat Jyoti gently upon the head. "And hello to you, small starwhale." LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own