A madness that ought not to have been allowed to be. Years of scheming, corruption, and unpredictability.
Asabel nodded encouragingly. "That is indeed true. However, the ones in the Grand Forest are somewhat unique. Due to our own infractions upon them, they're considerably more active than their outer world kin, and they require more time to feast because of that."
"If they're hibernating, and they're feasting once a year, the only thing they could possibly be parasitic of would be plants, wouldn't it?" Oliver asked, frowning. It seemed too easy to be the answer.
"Bingo!" Asabel declared, shooting him a thumbs up. "The literature I read was specifically about trees – they saw a rather old specimen that had integrated itself with part of the root system of a tree. But as you concluded, I think that it's likely they're parasitic towards all plants, not just trees."
"So, he's wrong then?" Lancelot asked. "He didn't say trees."