Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
A piece on a board, in a cosmic game. It did sound like a grand scheme with an inevitable plan behind it, but... Maea wasn't so sure Ludo ever thought that far ahead. "From what I've seen and what you've said, Ludo seems more like a child than a schemer," she replied. "Teasing, taunting, playing games and changing its mind, showering some in kindness while others are treated coldly. Perhaps you are a pawn... maybe we all are.
"Would you like it to be any different?"
Her expression turned a bit wry at the next question. Why Ludo, indeed. Maea picked out one of the shells in her hands and let it drift over to Remi with a thought, telekinesis holding it up for him to see and take, should he approve of it.
"She does, indeed. If she likes you. I can't say for sure of course, but so far? I don't think I'm any kind of interesting to our Lady of stars". Being Abandoned, and all that.
"And while I do still pray to her, I think... she's a bit too bright. Too good, too kind... How could I ever be worthy of such things?" Maea bit her lip. "Ludo... strike me as far more tolerant of imperfections."
"Would you like it to be any different?"
Her expression turned a bit wry at the next question. Why Ludo, indeed. Maea picked out one of the shells in her hands and let it drift over to Remi with a thought, telekinesis holding it up for him to see and take, should he approve of it.
"She does, indeed. If she likes you. I can't say for sure of course, but so far? I don't think I'm any kind of interesting to our Lady of stars". Being Abandoned, and all that.
"And while I do still pray to her, I think... she's a bit too bright. Too good, too kind... How could I ever be worthy of such things?" Maea bit her lip. "Ludo... strike me as far more tolerant of imperfections."
