SomethingFishy~ wrote:Investigate the tree! c:
The tree is full of flowers, and when the wind rustles through it petals fly all over the place! you hear giggles to your left, but bells to your right.
SomethingFishy~ wrote:Investigate the tree! c:

FearTheFuzzyBear wrote:Your hands are wrapped tightly, but not too tightly. Your only chance of escape is your voice.
"That won't work, y'know" a very high pitch voice says snidely. you can hear the hum of her wings as she flits around in front of you, taunting you.
"These vines you're tied up with are made of damp warpweed, it tightens as it dries."
CaptainRon wrote:FearTheFuzzyBear wrote:Your hands are wrapped tightly, but not too tightly. Your only chance of escape is your voice.
"That won't work, y'know" a very high pitch voice says snidely. you can hear the hum of her wings as she flits around in front of you, taunting you.
"These vines you're tied up with are made of damp warpweed, it tightens as it dries."
"What do I have to say to convince you let me go?"

FearTheFuzzyBear wrote:CaptainRon wrote:FearTheFuzzyBear wrote:Your hands are wrapped tightly, but not too tightly. Your only chance of escape is your voice.
"That won't work, y'know" a very high pitch voice says snidely. you can hear the hum of her wings as she flits around in front of you, taunting you.
"These vines you're tied up with are made of damp warpweed, it tightens as it dries."
"What do I have to say to convince you let me go?"
"You," the voice hisses, "can say NOTHING."
someone else whispers in your ear, "The plant."
CaptainRon wrote:[quote="FearTheFuzzyBear"
"What do I have to say to convince you let me go?"

FearTheFuzzyBear wrote:
The high pitched voice squeaks.
"what plant?"
CaptainRon wrote:FearTheFuzzyBear wrote:
The high pitched voice squeaks.
"what plant?"
"The vine?" I make a guess, "Back in the ruins, I promised I would return. He... or she... is with my leaflet, Aimslie. She will be missing me."

FearTheFuzzyBear wrote:CaptainRon wrote:FearTheFuzzyBear wrote:
The high pitched voice squeaks.
"what plant?"
"The vine?" I make a guess, "Back in the ruins, I promised I would return. He... or she... is with my leaflet, Aimslie. She will be missing me."
"A vine, you say?" the voice muses, "Tell me all about this vine. Tell me now."
CaptainRon wrote:"What do you want to know about it? It's a sappy vine, it can move a little, and it's very talented at making statues." I hope she doesn't want to know anything more than that, because that's the extent of my knowledge on the vine.

FearTheFuzzyBear wrote:CaptainRon wrote:"What do you want to know about it? It's a sappy vine, it can move a little, and it's very talented at making statues." I hope she doesn't want to know anything more than that, because that's the extent of my knowledge on the vine.
"Interesting... You must have the wrong plant then, because that plant lives here." the blindfold falls away, and you squint against the glaring light. There are many little fairies here, and theyre all staring at you, unblinking.
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