A Song in the Silence

"That's very pretty, sweetling." Since its - her, currently - previous meeting with the alchemist, Ludo had taken quite nicely to this new body. It had been a long, long time since someone had made her a deal for a memory, and swanning around in not rags was a privilege she sorely missed. Or did she? Was that the memory talking? Whatever. Ludo still wore her mask (Remi, wherever he had decided to put the object, would find it mysteriously misplaced for the duration of the conversation with Jigano), though it was pushed up to reveal a youthful face with grey-blue eyes framed by pale blonde locks. She tilted her head at him, seated on the step of the alter and nudging at a candle with her finger. "What do you play for?" LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own