Snippet #2447083

((Okee dokee :) )) Severin jerks his hand away rapidly with Una's declaration. "Carnivrous GRASS? Yeah, I'm from around just not from around HERE." He moves like she told him to, studying his hand intensely. In all his travels, all his years traveling and on the run as a fugitive, he'd never seen or heard of such thing as carnivrous grass. Ever. At all. What else could be here, enough to bafffle him greatly, to put his life at risk? He decides to stick along long enough to get the feel for this weird placed; no longer, no shorter. But he shall see.