Valspan wouldn't make any moves to catch the little mouse, actually moving his vines out of her way at her approach, implying he could feel the vibrations of her approach across the deck.<br/><br/>"Yes, I'm quite thoroughly fed." His voice was literally accompanied by the 'explicit' moans of those inside him,  several vines actually sticking into his mouth.  It was interesting that his words didn't sound muffled past his own vines.<br/><br/>"Ah, you've read of my people.  I'm happy to explain.  We are neither a possessed plant, nor a spiritual vessel, though I suppose neither description is technically wrong." He thought for a moment, finally settling on a place to start.<br/><br/>"I was a human Bandit, similar to Sin.  I remember some things from that time very well , and others are foggy or gone.  I don't remember my name for one,  but I remember being a woman.  Anyway,  I remember attacking a pair of Goada,  and being eaten, like I've eaten these three.  Instead of digesting me though, those Goada buried me underneath the Great Goada Tree.  It absorbed my body and soul into its roots as I died,  and I was reborn as I am now. Most Goada look more friendly than me though,  more like real trees.  I'm especially freakish,  for whatever reason."  He stated the last part with pride,  happy to be outstanding for some reason.<br/><br/>"I've seen and tasted many smaller women, even some of the rat folk, but never anyone quite as small as you.  Did one of your spells go wrong perhaps?"  He asked,  genuinely concerned,  though his concern was undermined by a particularly passionate squeal from one of his meals, which he seemed to ignore.<br/><br/>While crawling up on him,  Millisandra would also find his bark to be very rubbery,  and his surface slowly shifting as the contents inside moved.  He'd offer her a Vine to sit on while they talked.