you must burn brighter than ever
Melita hadn’t brought much snow with her, but perhaps that was just as well. She could still make something out of it. Crouching down towards the ground, she began sifting through, placing more of the adornments upon the elements, pondering what she and Fangorn could muster. “What do you think?” She whispered to the gourd, as her hands began to glide over proportions, as his vines followed in pursuit. “Could we make a mini Ludo in a blink?” Giggling at the ridiculous rhyme, they began with the raggedy portions of cloaks and hidden portions, before maneuvering up over snowy hoods and frozen masks.
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Melita rhymes, and with Fangorn, makes a miniature Ludo out of the snow!
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Melita rhymes, and with Fangorn, makes a miniature Ludo out of the snow!
Melita
