Paris grunted in response. This was like a hostage situation. They were being held captive but a crazy plant and its giggling ring master. She hastily tore off another piece of paper and carefully traced the rune being careful not to mix up the Anglo runes with the Futhark runes. She once again brought the paper up to her lips and chanted the name. She closed her eyes and whispered the blessing and then kissed the parchment. "Please let this one work," She whispered.