ludo
For a moment Ludo simply stood there, wrapped about Amalia to bask in the memories of the men she had lost, met, loved and laughed alongside. And it shifted strangely around her, rags a-flutter, as it considered the idea of keeping memories alive... separate and alive. "There is good and bad about such an idea, sweetling. To pull our memories outside our heads, to keep them apart, where they cannot be tainted or forgotten."
Drifting up and around her, Ludo paused with its mask mere inches away. "But they are in danger when tangible. Imagine memories that could be lost, stolen, broken, taken forever..." Its rags shrugged. "An interesting idea, though, to be sure."
Drifting up and around her, Ludo paused with its mask mere inches away. "But they are in danger when tangible. Imagine memories that could be lost, stolen, broken, taken forever..." Its rags shrugged. "An interesting idea, though, to be sure."
