Slippery Shadows

ludo Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own "A boon for climbing a rock? Sweetling, you are funny." Iris still won't see a god's toes - not this particular god, anyway. But raggedy edges flap around the statue, until Ludo is wrapped around its shoulders like a scarf. It peers down at her from behind a porcelain mask which is arranged in an expression that one might call amused, though of course that's impossible, is it not? It would have to be. Masks don't grin. (Or do they?) A surprisingly expressive ball of rags, is Ludo, and one tendril of cloth snatches up liquor and cake to examine it, as if wondering what game it might play. Eventually, it inches the bottle towards its mask, and a melodic fwoooooo hits the air, as if someone has blown into the neck of the bottle. "Go on, though. What's the boon?"