ROANA
Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me?
Roana smiled, holding the oversized claymore still for Ludo to inspect. "I am glad you think so." she said, proud of the blade on her hip, and happy that the young god thought something of it too, as vague as that something might be. As far as the scythe, and what her boys would think of it, that made her laugh a little. "Oh, I am certain they will love the idea." she said with a grin. Their mom, weilding a scythe like what they had given Ludo? Yep. They'd be in a tizzy of excitement over it.Staring straight back at me?
Prove herself? Actions over words it seemed was Ludo's preference. She could understand - words were easy, actions more difficult. Her lips pursed as she considered quietly, nodding slowly after a moment, a plan forming in her head. "I will do my best to prove myself worthy and committed." she said.
Why is my reflection someone
I don't know?
I don't know?
