children of the rain and snow

Obviously Ludo waved back at itself, a rag flapping hello to the puppet that Amalia controlled. "Yes, I remember very well. She still does." Its words were soft, a casual blurring of the lines between life and death - though since the fall of the barrier and the souls making their way to Mort, even Ludo did not know whether the show would go on this year. "A shame - I think you play me very well," it advised, turning and drifting and finally settling somewhere to Amalia's right. If a mask could look gleeful, Ludo managed it, giggling as Jyoti peeked in and out of the fabric of its rags. "Hm? Yes, these are my woods. You must be careful not to disturb the lanterns here," it said. "...And yes. The blight has come here too." LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own