[Though the teapot drops them at the steps of the manor, said manor is walled off on all sides, as though it's an enormous eyesore. Tubby doesn't seem to be anywhere nearby.
Lutha doesn't even bother to turn to go into the house, instead headings straight down the steps and shoving the gate open. He does at least pause, his posture straightening as he presses his shoulder against the wrought iron, holding it open to let Elliot past with little more than a nod.
The manor sits on top of a grassy hill, dipping down into a wide valley that might as well be a forest. Trees of all sorts fill the landscape, flowers peppering the sea of green with endless color. Off to one side sits an alcove among the woods with a shrine of sorts and even more flowers next to a small spring, where Tubby's pot bubbles in a doze in a nest of plants.
To the other side, a much smaller couplet of buildings stands by themselves, one larger and one smaller, a thin river basin set behind with several containers and odd shaped tools. There's tilled ground set behind a rock outcropping, plants in various stages of growth, some successful and others not quite right.
It's oddly quiet. Eerily, even. One might expect the song of birds at the very least, but it doesn't seem like there are any living things in this teapot save for himself and the spirit.
Lutha swipes up a lantern from outside the gates as he makes his way down the hill, his Vision lighting the wick with practiced effort.]
Watch the flowers as you walk, alright? Pretty sure Tubby will laugh at me if I have to keep replacing those.
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Lutha doesn't even bother to turn to go into the house, instead headings straight down the steps and shoving the gate open. He does at least pause, his posture straightening as he presses his shoulder against the wrought iron, holding it open to let Elliot past with little more than a nod.
The manor sits on top of a grassy hill, dipping down into a wide valley that might as well be a forest. Trees of all sorts fill the landscape, flowers peppering the sea of green with endless color. Off to one side sits an alcove among the woods with a shrine of sorts and even more flowers next to a small spring, where Tubby's pot bubbles in a doze in a nest of plants.
To the other side, a much smaller couplet of buildings stands by themselves, one larger and one smaller, a thin river basin set behind with several containers and odd shaped tools. There's tilled ground set behind a rock outcropping, plants in various stages of growth, some successful and others not quite right.
It's oddly quiet. Eerily, even. One might expect the song of birds at the very least, but it doesn't seem like there are any living things in this teapot save for himself and the spirit.
Lutha swipes up a lantern from outside the gates as he makes his way down the hill, his Vision lighting the wick with practiced effort.]
Watch the flowers as you walk, alright? Pretty sure Tubby will laugh at me if I have to keep replacing those.