Almost... almost...!!
And then Quanil fell backwards onto their ass, staff free... but cloth gone. They groaned - more at the loss of the poison-soaked cloth than out of any pain - and stood back up. "Okay, I guess we find out if the Tangleweed wants to eat cloth..." they muttered.
Not that they were content to leave it at that. They considered the problem.
Most plants - and animals and insects... fish... birds... LIVING THINGS - don't like fire. But even if I could make fire somehow, the Tangleweed will just try to roll away with its cloth-y meal. Won't get far, they thought, looking at the ice-rimmed bowl, but that's still not helpful.
They glanced between Mr. Loren and the provost and approached the Tangleweed, keeping the wall of dirt (and their staff) between themselves and the plant. "Could... could you let the cloth go, please?" they asked quietly. They'd talked to the crops on the farm before, and that had helped them grow tastier (even if everyone else thought they were crazy). "The cloth isn't very tasty now, is it?" If it were some sort of sentient, maybe it would listen?
Out of the corner of their eye, they caught the motion of the provost's Tangleweed lashing out. Turning to find him - well, part of him - entangled caused an immediate burst of, "Are you alright, sir?!"
Yes, of course Quanil is gonna try talking to the plant. And get worried about their Beloved Guild Master.
And then Quanil fell backwards onto their ass, staff free... but cloth gone. They groaned - more at the loss of the poison-soaked cloth than out of any pain - and stood back up. "Okay, I guess we find out if the Tangleweed wants to eat cloth..." they muttered.
Not that they were content to leave it at that. They considered the problem.
Most plants - and animals and insects... fish... birds... LIVING THINGS - don't like fire. But even if I could make fire somehow, the Tangleweed will just try to roll away with its cloth-y meal. Won't get far, they thought, looking at the ice-rimmed bowl, but that's still not helpful.
They glanced between Mr. Loren and the provost and approached the Tangleweed, keeping the wall of dirt (and their staff) between themselves and the plant. "Could... could you let the cloth go, please?" they asked quietly. They'd talked to the crops on the farm before, and that had helped them grow tastier (even if everyone else thought they were crazy). "The cloth isn't very tasty now, is it?" If it were some sort of sentient, maybe it would listen?
Out of the corner of their eye, they caught the motion of the provost's Tangleweed lashing out. Turning to find him - well, part of him - entangled caused an immediate burst of, "Are you alright, sir?!"
Yes, of course Quanil is gonna try talking to the plant. And get worried about their Beloved Guild Master.
