“But you only think that.” You point out, before venturing deeper into the house. However as Pittore turns towards you, you entirely lose the plot so to speak, and dissolve in the presence of the gremlin.
You’ve never seen one before after all. You’ve heard of them of course; creatures of rumour and stories, but it’s absolutely amazing to see one up close. You note it’s large eyes, teh dexterous hands, the sharp teeth. Mostly though, you notice the yarn. ”Don’t tangle it.” You warn as if this is simply common sense, before reaching out your fingers to try and unknot the bright yarn that is trailing behind the creature. After a moment you chirp something unintelligible (but kind sounding) towards the creature, and pull out your notebook. With that in hand you begin to sketch and take notes, chirruping every now and then at Pittore to try and get its attention to draw a new angle or record a new pose.
You’ve never seen one before after all. You’ve heard of them of course; creatures of rumour and stories, but it’s absolutely amazing to see one up close. You note it’s large eyes, teh dexterous hands, the sharp teeth. Mostly though, you notice the yarn. ”Don’t tangle it.” You warn as if this is simply common sense, before reaching out your fingers to try and unknot the bright yarn that is trailing behind the creature. After a moment you chirp something unintelligible (but kind sounding) towards the creature, and pull out your notebook. With that in hand you begin to sketch and take notes, chirruping every now and then at Pittore to try and get its attention to draw a new angle or record a new pose.
