Sins of the father

ludo Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own "Overthinking is a sign of an overactive mind," Ludo said, moving on to the other offerings now - a trickster at heart, obviously it thought little of messing with its fellow deities' gifts. As she uttered the impossible - that she would give up her magic - it tilted its porcelain mask up to regard her quietly. They remained like that for a moment, the silence only broken when Ludo naturally pushed the winter apple from its place on the shrine, sending it rolling away somewhere. "Noble," it remarked. "Regrettably... it is not possible for an Abandoned to redeem themselves in that way. But... still. It is noble, and ought to be rewarded." Surging up, it hovered directly before her. "You were born in Deepfrost, were you not?"