“It’s all shiny!” One exclaimed, then lowered his voice to a whisper. “‘n prittiful ‘n there’s fishies!”
“Floaty magic! I wonder if there’s floaty upside hoomans living there, too.”
“Think we’ll be upside down if we go there?” The smaller bunling tilted her head and almost tumbled over from the roof where their floating flower vehicle had landed.
“I see green things!” There was paw-pointing toward the lawn, and happily perked ears.
“Let’s-” A pause, a glance down, a glance at not-good-at-climbing-paws, then both turned toward the floaty flower and hopped on once more, just to let it glide gently down.
“Now let’s look clos-” Another pause, and both bunlings sniffed the air.
“It smells like Matshan! Allover Matshan! ‘s like home!”
“Also smells of flowers and candles and and… magic and gudspirits!”
“Let’s go say hai!”
Bunlings hopped and bopped allover, checked under the benches and cushions, nosed trees and flowers, clambered up big stairs to even bigger buildings, headtilted at each bell sound until they eventually found stairs leading to what seemed like scattered flowers and food.
“I think the gudspirits are invisible. Makes sense, less hoomans bothering them.”
“Look, hoomans leave things for them to nom! We should, too.”
After a slow clambering and dragging of a big carrot up the stairs one by one, the bunlings finally laid the vegetable next to the other gifts on the shrine.
“Hello, gudspirits! We come from Ambar. Everyone says hai!”
“You smell like home, so we must be friends! We brought you a karot. It’s very tasty.”
The bunlings stayed silent for a while, as to listen, ears tilting from one side to another. Then both bopped a small bow and hop-tumbled down the shrine, leaving the offering next to the flowers and incense to delight the spirits.