Sins of the father

ludo Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own It saw straight through the windows of her eyes and into her mind; like a fledgling bird, hope and fear and anxiety all warred for their places, and Ludo watched quietly by to see what came out on top. "You know what has changed," it said quietly. "A group of Outlanders, spat into this world like a stain, where so many have never come through before. The Spire Demon dead and gone. The Voice, speaking to her blighted children. Everything is changing, sweetling. I do not think you yet appreciate how much." Still absently playing with the toy, it flicked out a scrap of rags at her, tickling at her nose as if to tell her she was being too complicated. "The question did not have layers, child. I merely wondered what you would do - no one has ever forsaken their nature. No Abandoned, in any case." The toy disappeared into the fabric folds of its being. "I like this very much. Thank you."