Janelle slid to a stop as the vines suddenly rose up in front of her. There were 5 of them now, instead of the one that she had seen and they were swaying back in front of her, like some strange sort of ritualistic dance. She cocked her head to the side, puzzled, but still to entranced by the beauty of the flowers and the rythmnic (?) movements of the vine.<br/><br/>Against all instincts, despite the voice screaming in her head for her to run, to get as far away from this creature as she possibly could, she took a small step forward.