The vine was the colour of the dirt beneath her, through it's texture was surprisingly smooth to the touch. Her hands could feel a gentle, warm pulsing as they gripped it and attempted to unwind the vine. It proved stronger than it looked, resisting her efforts to pull them off. It thickened and tightened it's grip around her ankles.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">It</span>had caught the potential tasty snack it seemed, an elf of an unknown variety it had not encountered before.<br/><br/>The vine gave a gentle and experimental tug at it's grip, moving Elrena about an inch along the ground.