a perfect soul

This facsimile of Isla remains calm and serene in the face of Remi’s protective anger, humming softly under her breath and rocking Mateo. The deity does not stop the alchemist, at least, as he moves the blankets, and his son is still quite content in Isla’s arms. All Ludo needs is his affirmation, and in that moment all grows ghostly still in the dream, but for god and demigod and baby. So without further ado, ”Safrin has been telling your husband that she is bargaining with me to have the seabird’s star plucked from the sky, and her soul delivered to Mort. She’s lies. She has never approached me about it. The star is merely hidden.” She speaks as if talking to the child, voice soft and sing-song. ”Safrin craves it, you see. The love, the attention. And your Star is going to need to give it to her, to walk that balance, lest her manipulations grow dangerous again.” Raising her gaze, Isla smiles to Remi. ”Hold your tongue and your temper. I’m not finished.” Lifting Mateo up a little further, she coos at the child. ”Once upon a time, a soul was taken from me. A little starry soul, meant for Mort. Safrin broke a rule, and made her yours. She dabbled with death. And now I will even the scales, and dabble with life.” Isla offers out the boy to Remi at last. ”If you can keep all I’ve told you to yourself... when you wake, this little one will wake with you.” LUDO she's still here if you believe it hard enough