[ It isn't really Childermass's job to keep track of who enters, who leaves, and, inevitably, who appears to be stuck, but when he has no other reason to be prowling beyond the boundaries of the carnival itself, what else is there to do? So where Yuri was alone with the tree only a moment ago, he'll suddenly find company. No sound is made, no dirt or leaves shifting under boots to announce his approach.
He's just there. It's a thing. In any case, he's leaning against a different tree entirely — a more normal one — and watching Yuri with a bored look, arms folded, generally maintaining a lazy kind of posture where he leans, this man in black and white somewhat old-fashioned clothing and... feathers? Or perhaps they're only very fluffy sideburns, but who can really tell in this light? ]
Having a little trouble? [ He pauses for a second or two, head tilting slightly to one side, curiously. ] Surely not with the tree.
[ It's an odd tree, sure, but one of the least volatile ones, being on fire aside. ]
just be glad it isn't the angry tree
He's just there. It's a thing. In any case, he's leaning against a different tree entirely — a more normal one — and watching Yuri with a bored look, arms folded, generally maintaining a lazy kind of posture where he leans, this man in black and white somewhat old-fashioned clothing and... feathers? Or perhaps they're only very fluffy sideburns, but who can really tell in this light? ]
Having a little trouble? [ He pauses for a second or two, head tilting slightly to one side, curiously. ] Surely not with the tree.
[ It's an odd tree, sure, but one of the least volatile ones, being on fire aside. ]