61 Lamppost

My head shook.

"I don't understand what you mean, but I will think about it."

Leon stood up.

"As you should."

Mark chuckled.

"Nothing he said is in essence wrong."

My legs stumbled up. Leon began walking towards another moving plant. The three of us followed behind him.

The ground beneath us was not excessively wet despite the rain. The ground did not give much, nor did water seep into my shoe after stepping on it.

How long ago was this place created? Years? Decades?

Does it always rain like this?

What type of magic could have possibly made a place rain for so long?

While my mind was distracting itself, we had already approached the moving plant.

This one was a little over a meter tall with many small red flowers around its stalk. It used two long thick roots to walk around and at the top was a large flower with a small eye in the middle.

Once Leon approached it, the plant's eye looked over, but turned back and continued hobbling around.