LUDO?
The Ludo reared its head back, snorting behind the mask, as if bothered, irritated, or annoyed that this Josh individual had even attempted to render its identity. Thereafter though, the man took the stones, glancing them over. The Ludo lingered on the balls of its feet, swaying back and forth, pondering the length of approval, if the rocks had meant some sort of standard: a favored bestowal of this makeshift herald.
But if there was anything else? The Ludo stilled, suddenly uncertain, then shaking its head back and forth, pondering the pastry in its hand. “No.” Which meant it would be free to turn around, and come back the way it’d come (down those damned stairs).
But if there was anything else? The Ludo stilled, suddenly uncertain, then shaking its head back and forth, pondering the pastry in its hand. “No.” Which meant it would be free to turn around, and come back the way it’d come (down those damned stairs).
It's a me...maybe
