LUDO
”I think you will find that I am just as careful as ever.” Ludo seems to swell up, a porcelain mask suddenly in its hands, which it settles over its face. In its usual guise now, it surges and swirls about Safrin, like it might peel off her blanket of stars, like it might wink out the Vanya star out of spite. ”In a way,” it agrees, it’s tone cold and empty now. ”Do you think your Star will see it that way?”
Setting before Safrin, Ludo’s rags seem to writhe and dance in its irritation. ”You accuse me of causing a plague. You lie about me on your own selfish behalf. And you intrude in dreams to give your chosen abilities.” It creeps closer, so its mask is nose to nose with the lady of the stars. ”Would you like my rags? You can do the job as well, since you seem to prefer it to your own.”
Setting before Safrin, Ludo’s rags seem to writhe and dance in its irritation. ”You accuse me of causing a plague. You lie about me on your own selfish behalf. And you intrude in dreams to give your chosen abilities.” It creeps closer, so its mask is nose to nose with the lady of the stars. ”Would you like my rags? You can do the job as well, since you seem to prefer it to your own.”
