Deepwood Weald father

Ludo couldn't stop his brow from furrowing at Angel's response. To him, their situations were not similar in the least.

Angel had lost too, he wouldn't deny that, but Ludovic had lost everything. He doubted that she could really know how it felt, to be completely removed from your own blood. He was grateful for Moonspear, grateful for Raindrop, but it didn't stop him from feeling out of place.

He had a mother in Raindrop, but he wouldn't dare call her that. He had sisters in Angel and Ponderosa, but he couldn't acknowledge them as such. Ludo wasn't ready, but the world was still moving forward without him. He was still fighting to make himself feel like he deserved any of this, feel like he belonged here.

I don't want to talk about it. He reaffirmed. It was out of place for him to be so sour, maybe that was why he kept taking deep breaths after the tension slipped through his brows and tongue. It didn't feel good to be cruel.

Looking back towards the sea, he wrapped his tail around himself. ..I've never seen the ocean before.