our hopes and expectations

The soul within the mask positively shone with adoration, Ludo wrapped snug against Mort like a blanket as they danced and swayed and celebrated the return of the lost ones. "I'm so glad," it said, voice muffled somewhat by the deity's embrace. To have its creator pleased with it, to be welcomed back with literally open arms - Ludo felt a chasm within itself close and heal, even as the souls bounced and danced about them. Quietly, it pulled back and gazed up at the stars - at two in particular. "Safrin would not let me take those," it said. "I don't know how we are meant to get them to your domain." LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own