[By the time Thorns extracts himself from the soil, there's this sunken-in hole of loose dirt left behind to say "hey I was rooted here :)" and not much else. He imagines the grass will regrow over it eventually, but for now...
He is standing at his usual height, but with no legs. Just a mass of tangled roots he can use to walk on, some thorny vines providing particular grip while the rest allow some nutrient absorption and loose locomotion.
He is very, very slow like this.]
Not yet. Some people have it far worse than I do, too.
[Some people have been turned into strictly-aquatic things who can't venture outside the river for long. Thorns does not envy them.]
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He is standing at his usual height, but with no legs. Just a mass of tangled roots he can use to walk on, some thorny vines providing particular grip while the rest allow some nutrient absorption and loose locomotion.
He is very, very slow like this.]
Not yet. Some people have it far worse than I do, too.
[Some people have been turned into strictly-aquatic things who can't venture outside the river for long. Thorns does not envy them.]