dream with my eyes wide open

Ludo ”With ice...?” Ludo peeped over Melita’s shoulder at the quiver divided in two, the raggedy god tilting its mask two and fro, all the while dancing the dolly into the folds of fabric. It did not forget the gifts it was given, after all, and the honeybee girl was always generous with them. ”Very well,” it said. ”But I shall call upon you one day in the future, when I have need for you. And you shall answer, yes?”