The Umbrella Vinora was no where close. No, in face she was sitting in a nicely lit area inside the one of the greenhouses. That did not mean though, that other parts of the plant did not travel around. An extremely long tendril stretched out across the grounds until it reached the hot spring. It dipped into the water, then back out, then in again before suddenly coiling itself around a student's (Bazinga) ankle.

She did not like to let go of the things she caught.