Mitch observed and considered the craftwork of the carousel intently, holding it closer to his eyes and inspecting the small moving parts that he could make out on the structure. He pushed his bifocals closer to his eyes with one hand while bracing the carousel with the other between his hand and his arm. It was certainly impressive from a mechanical perspective, and Mitch could see that very plain, but as soon as he inspected the whole creation as a whole, it became clear to him just how much passion had gone into each part contributing to the summation. Of course, there was evidence of age; some of the hinges were a bit tight and the gears inside made some slight noise, but that was more or less unavoidable without stripping the entire thing, which was a more or less unnecessary project.
He could feel the engraving on the bottom of the base, and he lifted the carousel up to inspect it. "1940, eh?" He finally said after inspecting it in mostly silence. "He's been doing this for a while. It's quite a fascinating piece of work." He brought the carousel back down and offered it back to Ivy. "Is this your favorite thing he's made?"
All while this was going, he could hear the faintest commotion from the garden, and Mitch could feel a slight shiver in his spine. Well, Ikanov was definitely home, almost pathetically under the influence, and it seems like he's met Dark. Lord only knows what kind of ugly conflict was brewing at that moment, but Mitch tried not to pay any mind to it, hoping the gentle, plucking tune of the carousel masked it.
He could feel the engraving on the bottom of the base, and he lifted the carousel up to inspect it. "1940, eh?" He finally said after inspecting it in mostly silence. "He's been doing this for a while. It's quite a fascinating piece of work." He brought the carousel back down and offered it back to Ivy. "Is this your favorite thing he's made?"
All while this was going, he could hear the faintest commotion from the garden, and Mitch could feel a slight shiver in his spine. Well, Ikanov was definitely home, almost pathetically under the influence, and it seems like he's met Dark. Lord only knows what kind of ugly conflict was brewing at that moment, but Mitch tried not to pay any mind to it, hoping the gentle, plucking tune of the carousel masked it.