She pressed herself back against the trunk of the tree as the vines began wrapping their way around her leg and wrist, her eyes glued to the one in front of her face as it swayed before her. It was obvious what the intention on the odd vines was for her, though her only regret in not paying more attention to them was that she'd likely get no rest with them in the tree with her.
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Sorry. I take forever to think of a response and it's not even that great. :/