white masks and red leaves

Pleased with the response (and really, was it ever going to be anything but a yes?), Ludo lets the shark disappear into its rags and settles before Zephyr properly. It looks strange at the shrine like this, as if it should be cross-legged, but of course ragged cloth cannot do such a thing. Still, the mask bobs and weaves and waits for the sailor to get to the point. And when he does, oh boy. Ludo's rags clap together like hands, and its mask nods enthusiastically. "Now that would be something," it agrees. "A map that changes wherever you are, like a lamp lighting the way?" It tilts its head, as if asking the man whether this is an accurate description. "Not easy, though. No no no." LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own