between the shadow and the soul

Ludo merely watched as the will-o-wisp made Maea's acquaintance; its companions seemed to disperse now, leaving the deity to bob and weave away into the trees again. Something the ragged god would be doing as well soon enough. Tilting its mask at Maea's question, if rags could shrug it would appear to do so. "Different souls require different handling," it said simply. "The one you speak of is made for a different future, and the path is carved accordingly. You make your destiny yourself, sweetling." LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own