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BanaBatGirl 
Hmm.... well it looked like the bush wasn't too hot at the moment. Fletcher withdrew his finger from the branch and glanced down at the stone he had unearthed. He turned it over a few times and noticed a jagged edge, something akin to a serrated knife. Or at least something that he would make work like a serrated knife.
He picked up the stone, hesitating for a moment, and then sighed and started sawing away at the base of the branch. "Sorry, Mr. Bush," he muttered an apology. But how else was he to snap it off?
The bush shook as the rock worked through it, seeds falling off. It broke through, eventually, severing the branch from the bush.
You can move on, if you feel you have enough light. How many seeds did you manage to get?
When you move on, the way before you lit at least a bit by your fireseeds, you see a fork in the cave. To the right, a cacophony of sound echoes off the walls, its source yet unseen. The dischord crescendos and speeds before disappearing from notice. It then begins again. To the left, a partial cave-in and silence. If you linger too near the left, however, a foul smell reaches your nostrils. It is pungent: the kind of smell that sticks in your head.
Choose your way carefully. There is no telling whether you can retrace your steps.
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Ameh Hmmm. Not grabbing at the clump he'd tossed? So they were either more sentient than he wanted them to be, or they weren't that gr-
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"AREMAAAA!" he shouted, involuntarily. The tug on his ankle was enough pull that foot out from under him, and Raiden went down on one knee; the hand holding the rock hit the ground as he was careful to hold his light source away from the dirt.
Twisting around on the spot, he stared at the tendril for a moment before reaching toward it and attempting to remove it from his ankle. Always careful to hold the branch up.
"Aish! Let go!" he snapped, tugging his leg back as his fingers worked at it.
As you tug, the tendril tightens in response, keeping to the shadow. It continues to tug, attempting to drag you toward the plant.