The statues at The Rose are alive. You wouldn’t know it at first glance as they stand on their pedestals, pose in their carefully selected spots, frozen in moments of activity. You wouldn’t — couldn’t — guess, but it is true. Their sculptor imbued them with life and spirit full of humor and mischief.
The moment you glance away, they end up giving merry buntoinettes unicorn rides and playing Fantasy Football with pigeons. When you glance back, they’re gone, only the sudden breeze revealing that something incredibly fast zoomed by. The breeze and a faint eeeeeee-sound in the wind.
When playing with their flesh-and-blood friends, they often pretend to freeze back to statues again. That way you might see statues where there wasn’t any yesterday, nor will there be tomorrow. When asked, the blame is always on the Magician tending to The Rose. The statues couldn’t move on their own, after all. Especially not in the Fairelands.