children of the rain and snow

Ludo absently turned the horn this way and that as Amalia spoke, tipping it upside down and smacking it hard even as her heartfelt words whispered through the woods and the leaves. A great deal of alcohol spilled out and into the dirt, followed by a curious pop!, by which time the deity handed it back to her, satisfied. "He is a funny man. He brings me dolls and things to smoke," he said of Adam, but 'funny' did not necessarily mean 'worthy of Mort's love'. Nodding to Amalia, Ludo sailed back up and through the trees. "You have a purpose, Amalia - so you must be here for a long while yet. And also for our puppet show. Goodbye!" it called. ~END LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own