Second chances

ludo Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own Survival? Regardless of Maea's state of eyesight, she might have sworn that there was a smile upon the porcelain mask. But of course that was impossible, right? Ludo drifted back to hover before the girl, rags writhing lazily about it as it heard her out. "Is it greedy," it mused, "to strive for better? Is that greed or is it ambition?" Probably the former. It had become greedy, too, and Ludo had paid for its insolence in that way. "You are a careful sort of soul," Ludo remarked, nudging at one of the candles she had stood back up - it flickered to life the second the fabric touched to it. "Then again I suppose you have to be. If you pray for survival, though, then you have it. LongNight is over."