LUDO
”Saaaaaaafrin!” She’s mad, and it can’t help but be excited to wonder why.
Ludo hops over stars on tiptoes painted black with cold, taking its increasingly favoured form of a youth draped in rags. Waggling one of those rags at a black hole opening nearby, it cannonballs into one void and out of another, whistling a cheerful tune and coming to rest in the space between the open sky and the churning ocean.
”Do you know there’s a plague? It’s awful.” It tries to step on a cloud but changes its mind, not trusting Safrin not to have the thing snatch out and try to eat it.
Ludo hops over stars on tiptoes painted black with cold, taking its increasingly favoured form of a youth draped in rags. Waggling one of those rags at a black hole opening nearby, it cannonballs into one void and out of another, whistling a cheerful tune and coming to rest in the space between the open sky and the churning ocean.
”Do you know there’s a plague? It’s awful.” It tries to step on a cloud but changes its mind, not trusting Safrin not to have the thing snatch out and try to eat it.
