Mount Everfall wanting things from people who don't want to give them to me.

somewhere between the man grabbing them and a few remaining unchewed upon lips, veran had the realization.

these were indeed the very thing he had been looking for.

now the man seemed to devour them like some sort of brain-dead herbivore. soundless. devoid of any life. yet veran knew if he ate too many, that the man would truly become devoid of life.

um, you...really shouldn't.

his heart raced.

maybe he could get the man to eat another plant. yarrow came to mind. he could make the man throw up anything bad he ate.

the sudden intensity of veran's gaze upon the plant-eating man was enough for his tail to tremble nervously in suit too.