Lenger gives a dizzy look and falls to his belly slowly. A tired face flows over him as he yawns, watching the two as they talk. "Ouu... My head hurts..."<br/><br/>"'We' Are 'His', And 'He' is 'Ours'." It hisses out with a unhappy voice. "'Our' Mother, and 'His' 'Guardian', has already adopted him... 'He' is therefor 'Ours'" The flower speaks, soon trying to climb up her scaly coils to get to Lenger without even showing the slightest bit of manners. It pulled itself up with its vines coming from it's body.<br/><br/>"Nooo... Zaanaaaa... They're going to take me away and force me!..." He cried, hiding his head with his paws.