She fell to her knees silently and hid her face in her hands, almost as if to hide from me.

A soft sob eminated from her diminished body.

Uh, um, what did i do?...

My eye slithered its way throught the air and over to her in a nonchelant, yet soft way. I think. It might have looked like a snake readying itself to pounce on its prey, but i hope not.

Through her fingers, i caught a peek at her moist eyes. In surprise, her eyes turned to my eyes with a hint of fear. Her pupils had shrunk, and what i had previously assumed to be love eminating from her gaze as she studied me had turned to fear.

I even felt a bit of shame at this sudden turn, despite not knowing what i was supposed to be ashamed of.

I must have moved my eye a bit too quickly, as she suddently jumped to her feet and threw herself over to the tent, where i now realized a sword was leaning casually against the entrance.

She grabbed the sword with a smooth motion and held its shivering tip towards me.

Hey... Hey hey hey. What did i do!?

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She made angry sounds that not even my wierd translating ability could interpret and tried to attack.

However, before the edge slashed my stem in two, it stopped. Not even if we had been engaged in battle would i have been able to beat her...

”W-, Who is you then?!”

She shouted at me, forcing me to flinch.

Um, who, who am I? Well... Thats kinda hard to say, i mean... I dont have any vocal cords or,

ha-, but a wait a minute!

Without even finnishing the thought the roots had already escaped the ground. Two were formed into a large B and one was a big cirkle.

”B-, Bob?...”

My head nodded frantically.

Yes! Bob is me! I am Bob! Hello!

”Åh, öh, I-, called Anette, but... My love-, friends calls me Hansdotter.”

Oh? Oho? Hansdotter, is it? May i call you Hans? Well, i will whether you tell me to or not.

She continued our sudden interregation.

”W-, What is you?”

Hm? What? Well, im a human.

My roots moved almost of their own acord, forming the word...

”Human? What is ”Huu-Mann?...”

Hm. how about...

”Man? You is one man?”

Yes! I is one man!

Nodd nodd.

She nodded as well.

”Why is you one flower?”

Lets see... Rather long word...

”...Rainkarna... ah! Reincarnation!” (heyo, lemmi just clarify. reincarnation in swedish is reinkarnation. similar. yet not quite.)

Yes yes!

She nodded once more.

”Is you... Herrmann?...”

I shrugged.

She pondered for a second with a deep frown.

”Aha! You is only one reincarnation which not knows of its former life!”

Um, no. I know who i was in my past life. I was a friendless loser named Bob whose only companion was a snake named Muffin and i died by sword.

I kept shrugging, but she was too determined.

And so, the conversation drew to a close.