The plant seemed to bristle with irritation, its three flower heads quivering within the mass of growth that rooted it right into the grotto walls and floor.  With the hypnotized girl mostly forgotten, the plant moved to deal with this more feisty intruder that had wandered within its habitat.  The 'tongue' of the purple-headed flower thrashed about while three thorny tendrils emerged from its green bulk, all poised to strike.<br/><br/>Ziah's quick movements served her well to avoid the first lashing of the tendrils, sending it flailing wildly over her head.  The plant rumbled, its red head buzzing with fervor as the second tendril also missed her as she rolled backwards.  The third one, however, managed to nick a bit of Ziah's exposed skin around her waist, drawing the faintest red line across her midriff.  While it was merely a scratch, a few of the thorns had stuck fast into the wound - and they all seemed to be oozing an odd yellow tinge that matched the lighted flower.  As Ziah would move to brush and pick some of the protrusions out of her skin, a small amount of that ooze started to seep into her open wound.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>