Well, the response isn't immediate violence, which can only be a good thing. Still, she feels the roots writhe beneath her in readiness for a fight, the vines wrapped around her forearms growing longer and thicker.
Her voice stays quiet, but it hardens, and her eyes narrow.
"You're hurting the trees. The park can't defend itself against you."
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Her voice stays quiet, but it hardens, and her eyes narrow.
"You're hurting the trees. The park can't defend itself against you."