Ludo. Seiji nods along with what sounds like a blessing, though curiosity glints in his eyes. Further questions build on his tongue as Amalia continues to speak, but he waits patiently for her to finish before he moves to interject. "Thank you," he says finally, nodding. "I think she will like that. Is Ludo one who keeps your dead?" Seiji cocks his head. Swimming somewhere at the edge of thought, like a fish through murky water: the image of a lantern floating gold and resolute against a background of black.
Something he imagines? Half a memory? Something between the two?
"I do not know any of the gods here," Seiji admits. "I arrived so near Longnight, I had no time to ask questions. If you have time.." He allows the question to trail off, for Amalia to answer if she feels up to the task. He has no desire to press the shy woman out of her comfort zone.
Something he imagines? Half a memory? Something between the two?
"I do not know any of the gods here," Seiji admits. "I arrived so near Longnight, I had no time to ask questions. If you have time.." He allows the question to trail off, for Amalia to answer if she feels up to the task. He has no desire to press the shy woman out of her comfort zone.
