"Yeah, okay, if you show me somewhere it won't be a problem if the ground gets messed with a little."

Savil rises. "I can do that. Van, 'Lendel, you two had better stay behind, since 'Lendel isn't supposed to, er, exist in Haven right now." 

Lucy gets up with some reluctance, resists the urge to drape a blanket over the boys or something, and says, "Well, you can come even if Savil is doing the showing, as long as I'm shown."

"...If you're going to turn invisible maybe you could bring us that way?" Vanyel suggests hopefully. 

"Ooh, yeah--that'd be the way to do it, the thing I'm practicing for will definitely require invisibility. So you can come too if you want."

Vanyel glances hopefully at Tylendel, who nods. "Yes, we want to come." 

"Mardic, look away," Lucy says, checking to make sure nobody's around outside to see as she takes off her dress and then blurs out of sight as she takes her other form. "--Oh hey neither of you have been around me when I'm like this before," she adds, snaking a tentacle inside to poke Donni with. 

Donni giggles and tries to grab the invisible tentacle, while Vanyel scrambles up onto some other tentacles and holds out a hand for Tylendel to pull himself in as well. 

Lucy wraps concealing tentacles around Van and 'Lendel and lets Donni grab the tentacle; it's soft and squishy when still, but when it moves it gets firmer as thousands of tiny muscle-like structures tense and flex. 

Donni giggles. "That's so neat!" 

Tylendel cuddles up next to Vanyel, both of them cradled by tentacles. He's starting to agree with Vanyel about the coziness of it. 

Lucy is SO COZY. 

She follows Savil once everyone is appropriately secured (which, in Donni's case, involved a single extremely prehensile tentacle squishing itself around her hands).

And Savil will lead them to a not-much-frequented area of the grounds, screened from view by some bushes, with some slightly unkempt grass and a bench with a few fallen leaves that haven't been cleared. "Will this do?" 

"Yeah, I think so." 

She studies the ground for a minute, then probes at it with a line of tentacles stretched pressed together to form almost a thin sheet. Finding the softest straight line within a reasonably short distance, she shoves the sheet beneath the ground, attempting to disturb the surface as little as possible while beneath the earth the tentacles split up and probe around for anything that feels remotely interesting. 

There are some roots of nearby trees, which probably aren't interesting and also shouldn't be disturbed too much, but if Lucy goes deep enough she'll find a badly-rusted trowel that some Palace gardener must have abandoned, and if she goes sideways to the left there's the remains of a child's lost wooden doll. 

Lucy attempts to bundle together a mass of dirt containing the trowel and doll, about the size and shape of a coffin, grip it tightly, and slowly pry it out of the earth with some of her thus-interred tentacles while others try to shape the pressure against the earth above in such a way that when the earth parts it does so in as few discrete chunks as possible, ideally in a single flap but still doing damage control if that's not possible. 

It doesn't quite stay in a single piece, but the breaks are fairly easy to patch over, especially with the grass being a little longer. Anyone stepping on the spot would certainly notice something, but from two yards away it's not really visible at all. 

She pats down the soil at the edges, smoothing down the breakage points, then steps back. 

"What do you think?" she asks her audience. 

"I think it's just fine," Savil declares. "I wouldn't notice a thing if I wasn't expecting it." 

There's a chorus of agreement. 

"Awesome!" She prods at the surface a little. "...I couldn't swear that if someone walked over it it wouldn't collapse, though," she adds doubtfully. 

"Can you sneak in dirt from somewhere else to replace the coffin? Hmm, or even just a fake coffin." 

"I could probably do that! Hmmmm. Where...does one get coffins. I, uh, don't know much about what's done before a body goes into the earth, it wasn't really relevant to anything ever, I mean I could ask Wilbur what he did when Grandfather died but I wouldn't expect that to be the same here anyway."

"There's a carpenter out in the east district who makes coffins, I think that's where the Heralds buy ours when it comes up. I can arrange to get you one." 

"You could put a fake body inside it!" Donni suggests brightly. 

She seriously considers this, then says, "I cannot think of a single iteration of that idea that could possibly add anything positive to the endeavor."