Apparently, while I was away, the house did a bit of decorating. Where it once looked like a haunted mansion, the columns on the front porch were now covered in vines and blooming purple flowers. Entire sections of the bank between the foundation and the moat were covered in the moss Selene had called Death.
The purple and red flowers moved back and forth happily, dancing in the soft evening breeze. Even the handrails on the bridge were now covered in different vines. Some had flowers, others had thorns, while even more looked like mini skulls, the jaw open as if laughing.
"I see de house likes de jungle," said Ronan, his fingers reaching out to lightly brush over the skulls. However, the second he touched it, a four-inch thorn tried to impale his hand. "But de jungle no like us."
