LUDO?
This is the sort of outfit this particular Ludo can get behind, except maybe the mask. Still, this Ludo is all decked out in the rags and the mask, covered head to toe with only the barest hint of shoes showing with each step. Not much to do about that, but even the shoes would be covered when Ludo stopped walking before its destination.
The whole thing feels a bit silly, but there is something admittedly fun about it, about living traditions that once existed here all the time. What must it have been like, when this happened every Leafchange? Tonight there are only a handful of Ludos on the street, but still the atmosphere feels different, charged somehow.
Ludo reaches out a decidedly human hand to knock on the door, quickly tucking the hand back into the rags. ”Trick or treat, sweetling?” the voice calls, an attempt at pretending to sound like what the herald might, though perhaps not doing the greatest of jobs. Still, at least it was an attempt.
The whole thing feels a bit silly, but there is something admittedly fun about it, about living traditions that once existed here all the time. What must it have been like, when this happened every Leafchange? Tonight there are only a handful of Ludos on the street, but still the atmosphere feels different, charged somehow.
Ludo reaches out a decidedly human hand to knock on the door, quickly tucking the hand back into the rags. ”Trick or treat, sweetling?” the voice calls, an attempt at pretending to sound like what the herald might, though perhaps not doing the greatest of jobs. Still, at least it was an attempt.
It's a me...maybe
