"I daresay that is why Ludo decided to give it to you." Mort laughs, the sound melodic and filled with joy. The Lullaby reaches up, falling short, and the god busies himself for a moment in perching the turnip doll upon his shoulder, nestling it against his unruly curls. "Good," he says eventually in response to Remi's remarks. "I believe you might need it more than most."
Reaching down, Mort's fingers close around the Lullaby's that the God of Death might draw him to his feet. And it will flood the demigod in waves as serene as they are powerful - a sensation of utter peace, from the particles of soil between their feet to the birdsong which trills overhead. And wrapped into that peace is a boundless, giddying sort of love for every creature that draws breath, from the first to the last.
Death loves life, so does Mort love Vi.
"Come," he urges in a boyish whisper, leading them through Ludo's Woods, deeper and deeper into the undergrowth. "Do you know what spriggans are, Remi?"
Reaching down, Mort's fingers close around the Lullaby's that the God of Death might draw him to his feet. And it will flood the demigod in waves as serene as they are powerful - a sensation of utter peace, from the particles of soil between their feet to the birdsong which trills overhead. And wrapped into that peace is a boundless, giddying sort of love for every creature that draws breath, from the first to the last.
Death loves life, so does Mort love Vi.
"Come," he urges in a boyish whisper, leading them through Ludo's Woods, deeper and deeper into the undergrowth. "Do you know what spriggans are, Remi?"
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