our hopes and expectations

"You do?" Ludo turned its masked face up to gaze at Mort, watching the images in the clouds of the spaces between worlds, of golden sands and deep oceans. It sort of understood, but not to the extent of the deity who held it. It was not Ludo's place to know - only to guide. "Yes, a child. She has stars in her eyes - Safrin's doing, no doubt." It tutted, as though its fellow deity had become utterly unraveled in her time behind the barrier. "Leave them, then. They are pretty trinkets for her to watch." LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own