The old woman was moving the fingers in and out slowly, getting them deeper and deeper. Reaching really far inside, stretching Sionn more, see seemed to have found something. "Yes, it is just about ready."<br/><br/>She pulled her hand back, holding onto something. The vine had taken on slight humanoid features, but Sionn barely got a glimpse at it, before the old crow thrust the thing into a chest that was filled with loose, moist earth.