Little column A, little column B, probably. Not everyone can hear ghosts, so naturally, they'd be drawn to someone that can. Being a wandering spirit like that can be hella lonely.
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Oh— Hold that thought. You're gonna have a hell of view in a second here.
[ And as they emerge from the roots, Tezcatlipoca's gentle warning is one that's well-earned. It's dizzying and beautiful at the base of this massive, ethereal tree. Many cultures have a concept of a World Tree, and envisioning it, it would have to look like this. The bough stretch out far, and it's impossible to see the top of the tree through the kaleidoscope of colorful leaves. The trunk is so big that it's hard to tell just how big around it even is. Further still, the sky surrounding them is all stars—the deep nebulas of a truly dark sky, yet the stars and the tree itself provides plenty of light to see.
Tezcatlipoca, for his part, isn't so interested. He's already been through this once, after all, and there's not much in the way of natural wonder for him. It's kind of like knowing the tricks of a magician—When you're the guy doing the tricks, the wonder kind of fades.
He clicks his tongue in a bit of annoyance to see that they're still on their own, but it turns to a thoughtful sound as he sees a neat package waiting nearby. He ambles over while Matt is doubtlessly processing the sight and he picks up the little card tucked into the top. He only gives it the briefest skim, just seeing that some guy called Sebastian is helpful and leaving stuff for new arrivals, so, sure, that works. He tucks the note into his pocket, then lifts up the small bundle. ]
Well, no dice on someone hanging around, but looks like it's still your lucky day.
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Oh— Hold that thought. You're gonna have a hell of view in a second here.
[ And as they emerge from the roots, Tezcatlipoca's gentle warning is one that's well-earned. It's dizzying and beautiful at the base of this massive, ethereal tree. Many cultures have a concept of a World Tree, and envisioning it, it would have to look like this. The bough stretch out far, and it's impossible to see the top of the tree through the kaleidoscope of colorful leaves. The trunk is so big that it's hard to tell just how big around it even is. Further still, the sky surrounding them is all stars—the deep nebulas of a truly dark sky, yet the stars and the tree itself provides plenty of light to see.
Tezcatlipoca, for his part, isn't so interested. He's already been through this once, after all, and there's not much in the way of natural wonder for him. It's kind of like knowing the tricks of a magician—When you're the guy doing the tricks, the wonder kind of fades.
He clicks his tongue in a bit of annoyance to see that they're still on their own, but it turns to a thoughtful sound as he sees a neat package waiting nearby. He ambles over while Matt is doubtlessly processing the sight and he picks up the little card tucked into the top. He only gives it the briefest skim, just seeing that some guy called Sebastian is helpful and leaving stuff for new arrivals, so, sure, that works. He tucks the note into his pocket, then lifts up the small bundle. ]
Well, no dice on someone hanging around, but looks like it's still your lucky day.