"You're flowers sound perfectly amazing from what my friend tells me. You must be just as pretty. If not more beautiful." Scarab says, bouncing on his toes. Since he couldn't see anything, Scarab could create a mental picture for what Flower looked like. And it was gorgeous. Flower was a truly wonderful looking dragon in Scarab's opinion. Well, not just Flower. Scarab tended to see the good in everyone and bring out the best, causing for beautiful mental images, whether true or not.

Riley stands next to Oliver protectively, double checking to make sure he wasn't harming any flowers.

Flower watched Scarab, looking pleased, "Th-hey are amazing-g, best flowers! I'm j-just a normal Dreamer, because n-not all Dreamer figh-ht. Sad-dly I need to kill you, sorry about th-hat," She looked actually a bit disappointed.

Oliver started trembling a bit, getting up and holds Riley's hand nervously. The grass was growing taller, wrapping around all their feet. More flowers where growing, but they where yellow. Oliver batted at the flower, trying to pull his feet free.

(Have work from 11-4)

(Aw, alright.)
Jessie hissed at the grass, trying to pull away from it.

Brian yelped. "Why have to kill?" He asked, trying to wiggle his feet from the grass.

"Wh-what?" Scarab's face fell. "Why? I understand not all Deramers fight, but... Why'd you have to kill us? They hug Azrail's middle, hiding just behind them. They were doing their best to track Flowers voice to make sure the Dreamer didn't get too close. Scarab trembles, feeling the grass grow around their feet, and feeling quite powerless. They didn't know if they could fly away as they couldn't look up and see clear sky or some ceiling. They just knew what they could hear and feel. And smell, but Scarab was pretty sure sky and ceiling didn't have a smell.
Azrail was currently trying to find a way to not get stuck in the grass, Scarab making it pretty hard to do so. He hesitates before asking Lit if they needed the flowers. He would grab one if it was needed.
Riley picked Oliver up, turning half as he tries to get himself out of the grass and away into the sky, hopefully where the grass couldn't get him.

"Tresp-passing, have to k-kill, that's what the Queen-n demands," Flower said with a sigh watching them struggle like ants, "I'll kill yo-ou quick I promis-se."

As soon as Oliver is free he shifts to his dragon form, grabbing onto Riley as he tried to pull him free of the grass. He was able to a bit, but not much.

Mr. Lit shoots ice at the grass, freezing it around Brian's feet. He barely breaks free of the grass himself, taking off into the air.
"These are the flowers we need... I think," Mr. Lit says to no one in peculiar as he flies over to Azrail and Scarab, trying to pull them free.

Brian breaks out thanks to the ice, shifting to his wyvern form. They grab Jessie's shoulders with their hind talons, pulling upward.

Jessie didn't, or rather couldn't, argue.

Scarab squeaks when Lit grabs onto them to try and pull them free. Azrail calms them down before he grabs two flowers - just in case, ya know - and places them in his back pack. Scarab, once free, turns into dragon and tries to get Azrail out.
Riley doesn't want Oliver to stay with him and possibly die. "You have to stay safe. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine." He says, trying to get himself out of the grass but was largely unsuccessful. Stupid shrubbery.

Jessie wriggled until Brian got her out, but the silly wyvern wobbled in the air with her weight.

Mr. Lit let's go of Scarab once they where free and flying. They turn to Riley, swooping over to help. Flower was watched, laying down. She didn't seem very bothered that they where getting away.
Oliver looked hesitant, "You sure," He asked before letting go of Riley as Mr. Lit came over and pulled Riley free, "Are you okay," Oliver asks.

"I'm fine and yes, I'm sure." Riley says, flapping his wings once free so he could carry his own weight. He hugs Oliver and pets him. "Thank you for asking."

Azrail climbs onto Scarab's back, giving her a broad synopsis of what was going on. Scarab turns to Flower, "So you're letting us go?" They ask hopefully.