It's not unusual for Mat to be in his domain, changing bits of it. He does it all the time, making small or not so small changes. A meadow being replaced with a pond full of fantastical fish, ruins disappearing and turning into a garden full of plants that only exist in Mat's mind. But he's feeling a larger change is called for. It's been months that the view from his little manor house in the middle is mostly the same. Trees and grass and water. It could be more interesting.

And so he's sitting on a large rock, Gizmo the gremlin - a gift that is now a core staple of his domain - in a sling carrier on his back, looking over what is his creation. The trees, he thinks. They could use some fancying up. He lifts his hands for dramatic effect, because he likes to feel as though he's commanding the very land itself. Because here, he does. Everything (usually) is exactly as he likes it, all set and made by him.

It only takes a matter of minutes. The varied green canopy that covers Mat's domain shifts, color spreading through the leaves of the trees. All the hues of green, from light new spring to deepest forest green, turns to a myriad of colors. Blues, reds, purples, golds, silvers... A kaleidoscope of color flows out from the center where Mat himself sits.

"There we are!" He stands and walks through the rainbow colored trees, looking up and grinning at his own artistry.

"Now...what else?"