Safe, [he answers complacently, even as he moves forward with the clear intention of laying tim down in that waiting flower. the vines certainly seem to recognize him here, wriggling over the ground towards him and twining around both of them, even taking a little bit of tim's weight and drawing them both forward towards the flower. these plants have more of a variety, small delicate little tendrils combined in with vines sporting thicker, knotty bulbs, and some with what look like sucker mouths full of cilia on their ends. a number of them shine slightly near the tips, secreting some kind of sweet-scented nectar.
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