dream with my eyes wide open

Ludo ”What a lovely dolly,” Ludo crooned, having appeared silently shrouded around the statue, its masked face snug next to the statue’s. ”A similar thing? You wish for more spiky arrows, sweetling? What shall it be this time? Poison tipped? Arrows that sing?” Letting out a peal of laughter that was simultaneously innocent and eerie, Ludo unravelled from the statue before floating down before Melita, a rag snatching up the doll at the same time.