Hollowing souls, blood on the breeze

"I am not sure if you truly expect me to answer that question when you know it yourself," Ludo remarked, sounding as amused as Safrin looked. It leapt from the branches again, floating elegantly down to hover before her once more as the stars sparkled above and the darkness swallowed the space between them. It seemed thoughtful on the subject of LongNight, flailing a tendril of cloth at her. "Well, if they don't at least I shall have some extra excitement for a while." It scoffed. "Ah yes, those gaudy paintings. Their likeness is uncanny." The tendril reached out, snagging the lantern she had lit for Ludo and holding it aloft. "Will that be all, then?" LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own