[center][color=lightgreen]"So they can shed leaves too?  I wonder why they do so?"[/color][/center]

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The Veidish, its mangled mass of branches, trunks and roots shifted its gaze from the angel to the squishy.  It smelled different.  It wasn't blue or red.  It was yellow-ish, with brands of purple.  Something shifty, mysterious, like holes needing to be filled.  

Filled...

WITH APPLES!

The creature shoke its head, its leaves shaking and flowers distending from itself.  No, he wasn't welcoming it to his home, it was just saying hi.  How do the weak and soft squishies say hi?  Wait, no it just looked like one of them.  Awful lot of blood.  Even when flat, not so much.  Maybe this squishy isn't squishy.  

Its curiousity pressed its flat wood face against Vilias.  It was an odd display suddenly pressing a flat piece of wood with dozens of glowing green eyes on someone but how else was the Nidhogan to look under his skin.  It'd have to get very very close.  A single action such as pushing it away or backing up would make the creature reset its mannerisms.

Green Magic was something else it was familiar with, and the man seemed to know what it was.  Green Magic wasn't difficult, not for it, if anything the Green permeated its form, made it do things that just wouldn't be possible.  Its arm swung out and a little light blossomed from under a mass of roots and leaves, and a small tree began to grow before he placed it down.  It kept growing, glowing, but then stopped, the magic of the sancutary interfering with the Nidhogan's own.  It looked at its creation with puzzlement for a moment before it turned its head, first to Thorin, then Suriel, then Vilias.

Then it got up and walked a few feet before turning to look if it would follow them.  It was heading into the keep, towards the back gates.  It wanted inside, it wanted all of them inside with it.