Gideon
And lo, but no! What bliss
It seemed fitting that his doll made of driftwood was to return to the coast for it's judging (and by the looks of the bonfire behind the pile, final resting place, Gideon thought). The wood had been carved by his unskilled hands, meaning it was indeed a little blocky and rough, but the faith and love had been there; a simple mask-like face and a wrapping of black velvet, cloth from an old altar display that was no longer in use.
Reverently, Gideon stepped forward through the crowds and knelt to place his doll with the others, taking a couple of steps back and staring into the fire afterwards; all there was to do was to wait for Ludo's appearance and listen to the conversations of those gathered around to gift dolls. Of course, he was sure, no Ascended would be attending this event, so he could relax.
Another jolly jaunt through the abyss
