What was that thing? Ziah quickly shifted into a sort of mid-crouch, nocking an arrow and narrowing her eyes, pointing her bow straight up at the looming, towering flower-thing. "What are you doing?!" She shouted, throwing caution to the winds. It was too late for a stealthy approach, she had ruined that when she ran forward like a fool. Instead, she closely examined the thing above her, fist steady and holding the bow straight and steady. "What do you want with her?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>