The Spark Divine

They were quickly proving that an entire conversation - indeed, an entire transaction could be carried out while Ludo's attention was on Isuma. She positively beamed as the little gryphlet hopped up towards her, reaching out to stroke at the downy feathers and the furry tail. "They will stay with me, as have all the souls before them here. Until such a time when I can lead them to their rest," she murmured to Amalia. "They feel no pain in my keeping, and they do not wander and mourn their lives this way. It is kindest." Considering the deity's propensity for pettiness and trickery, it may have seemed odd for Ludo to speak as such. But such was the fickle nature of the gods. Finally, she raised her eyes from the gryplet to Jigano, smiling to him. "You will sing to them, to draw them to you," she said - and as if it had always been there, a melody would spring into the bard's mind - beautiful and haunting in equal measure. "And you shall guide them." Now Ludo gazed to Amalia. "I once gifted a particular lantern to your friend. The one with the horses. Have him surrender it to you, and step into the woodlands on the night of a new moon. With your lure, of course." She nodded to Jigano. LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own