Slippery Shadows

I R I S All her hairs stood on end as the rags draped around her. She spun around once, making the stars on the horizon blend together as she tried to catch sight of the herald, but all she was left with was the feeling of Ludo's rags wrapped around her. She wiggled her shoulders and raised a hand up to feel the fabric, freezing when she heard the herald's voice right behind her head. Was it a compliment? Who knows. But the godling made an offer, "Would I?", and Iris chuckled in incredulous amusement. The wariness she felt dissolved as the amused energy the herald emanated enveloped her, and her hand went down to feel the fabric covering her, light and smooth. "I would love that."