Sins of the father

Eying the apple as it rolled off into the spiring grass, Maea was startled by the sudden intensity of the masked soul guide. She stilled instinctively, that overactive mind of hers rattling off an array of possible things she might have done wrong... It took a moment för her to realize that Ludo spoke of a reward rather than retribution. "Y-Yes, Ludo, I was" she stammered, back ramrod straight and quivering ever so slightly. "It was snowing, and the healer had trouble getting through the snow to reach our house." Her mother had died a few days afterwards. Maea Like morning dew Love will come again to you