Hushed Willows sad humming all the time

You are small and strange, thought Valiant, but he was too stumped to say so. Part of it was that he was rather charmed by the other boy, and part of it was that he'd never really taken note of his surroundings in this way. He looked down at the mushroom and noticed, for the first time, that the ground seemed to be made up of a whole lot of different bits and bobs rather than just being one big slab of, well, ground.

"What else?" he asked, tearing his gaze away from the mushroom to look around at the little clearing. The world seemed suddenly very strange and alien and... full. He looked at the leaves and the grass and the bark on the trees, wondering what other hidden things Atwood might see. It was not a game he had ever played before, but it seemed, suddenly, like a wonderful way to spend the afternoon.