“Flowers don’t walk, Crest,” Triff said.
“I’m telling you what I saw. The thing was walking,” Crest said, “On those spindly things.” He pointed at what looked like two bundles of roots trailing from the main body. “I mean… have you ever seen anything like this?”
“Well… no,” Triff said.
The thing lay stretched out. Two more root bundles flung forward beneath what looked like a three-foot-wide wilted purple passionflower. From flower-top to root-tips, the whole thing was about two and a half feet long.
“But still… Wha?!” Triff jumped.
“…It’s got eyes,” Crest said.