My spores been growing by the day; my days been shining bright
"È il Greatwood!" Mateo announces to his father, smiling broadly as he leads them over to the table and the centrepiece. And it is the Greatwood in edible miniature. Fruits and vegetables and mushrooms and edible flowers make up the trees and other foliage, and Mateo has crafted a little houseboat out of peppermint bark that bobs around on a painted Stonesong. "And if you do this..."
He reaches out to poke at something beneath the centrepiece, and the tiny Greatwood shifts and moves, and a rubbery fake tentacle flails out of what looks like the Drop from above. He's very pleased with it, but not as pleased as being able to watch Ever and Remi hold a conversation.
"If he does go to check, he will look like he is asleep," he chips in as a warning for his friend. "But he is okay really. It's just while he's being a ghost."
He reaches out to poke at something beneath the centrepiece, and the tiny Greatwood shifts and moves, and a rubbery fake tentacle flails out of what looks like the Drop from above. He's very pleased with it, but not as pleased as being able to watch Ever and Remi hold a conversation.
"If he does go to check, he will look like he is asleep," he chips in as a warning for his friend. "But he is okay really. It's just while he's being a ghost."
mateo!
