Hollowing souls, blood on the breeze

"What stars and galaxies must have aligned, for the lady Safrin to light a lantern for her lost ones?" Ludo sat in the boughs of a great tree, well within sight of its fellow deity, its thin legs swinging playfully, rags writhing about it. Its expressionless white mask wore something akin to amusement (somehow), and a tendril of fabric flicked out to throw an acorn at Safrin. "How is your cult? Oh, forgive me. Church. I saw Frey made an appearance there recently. Are you two close now?" LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own