"Greetings, dear sprout. Were you looking for me?"

Terra's eyes don't match her maternal voice, the way her mouth curls into a motherly smile. You can almost tell she'll summon a large vine to impale you from below. It doesn't happen yet as she takes a few steps back, a few plants raising her to a plant throne she sits upon like she's mother nature herself.

"If you're looking to fight... this won't be a bed of roses. I haven't been the Head of the Plant Coven for three decades only because of my pretty eyes."