|Stephen|
The golem kept picking up bits of dirt with each step it took inside the greenhouse. Stephen hated the smell that hit his nostrils. It wasn't the smell of fresh air or the scent of flowers. It smelled like the stench of death. He turns noticing that Prelude was looking at something on the ground. Flowers sprouted forming letters. In an instant he knew it was from Ewan and he could tell that he was improving since he last saw the six year old. Thank goodness for that. Otherwise he just might have been snatched up and taken away. Not that Stephen knew precisely what happened there but there was more than enough evidence to know that Ewan might be in need of their help in case whatever series of events that happened decided to repeat themselves.
Stephen saw a smile sprout from Ewan's face. Following his line of sight he saw what the boy did to his golem. The golem lifted its club-like arms before they then converted to more dexterous hands to delicately feel at its new hairdo. Since Stevie's imagination was quick to run wild it was easy for his thoughts to cause his creations to act in odd ways. As though it could actually feel that it had sprouted flowers or feels the flowers against its thick, gritty fingers it reacted the way Stephen thought it would, or should react. Before it took a lot of effort to get them to move. Now his creations almost moved of their own accord with the slightest bit of will behind a stray thought. Still, it wasn't completely effortless. It took a driving emotion to prompt the quickest of responses. Like how the golem nearly pummeled Prelude earlier and how he was able to stop it from doing so in time.
His hand felt empty. It was then that he saw that Lulu was no longer holding onto his hand. He started to breath faster and his heart began to race. He was away from his shop and he didn't want to think about the smell or look for evidence of a struggle. Stephen squeezed his eyes shut. He was thinking too much and it was making him panic. When he opened them again he found Prelude hugging him. She was hugging Ewan too but he was completely thrown off guard by being held. His cheeks blush red and the golem acts as if it suddenly became dizzy. Steph shakes his head and takes a breath. "First thing's first." The golem splits in two, sharing half the flowers with each. And they then go back to the giant hole and begin moving the rest of the rubble and using parts of their own bodies and dirt that they collected to cover up the entrance. It was like stacking up mud bricks only many of them had bits of building in each of them as well.
He was tempted to try and create a third one but just the thought of it made his head hurt. As much as he wanted to re-secure the area he just couldn't make more than two moving golems at a time. If they weren't moving he could make as many as he wanted. It was mentally multi-tasking to the point of risking a migraine if he pushed it. "So...what happened?"