LUDO
”R.”Ludo’s voice came from beside Remi, where the god was suddenly sitting cross-legged in the form of the child he had seen when last they had met. With blackened fingers and toes, dark eyes and hair and skin as pale as porcelain, it might have stepped out of Deepfrost in the Grounds.
Reaching forward, it tapped at the lines that the Alchemist had drawn with his chalk, a smile slowly spreading across its face. ”This is clever. I like this,” it informed him, wiggling its toes.
”You are all full of storms though, sweetling. Freshly made and already scarred again.”
