Pollen's head cocked at the thought of Obieth's magic. Sure, void wouldn't be good in a spar, but, "could let you get away to warn others, if you couldn't handle the threat," she added. "I imagine it takes practice to keep someone there, at least. It's still a good move."

The muta fiddled with the vines at her arms, making sure they were going into place as they snaked off of Obieth. She hadn't even tried in another element before. "I... don't have much, yet. I was thinking of trying something other than just plants? I guess I could lure people into traps, but I wouldn't want to put any around the Palace..." Her eyes wandered off to look towards the gardens, ears perpendicular as she considered. "I could try and... bury the plants into people, but I don't know if they'd be sturdy enough for that. Maybe if I grew wood instead of vines." She glanced to her bicep, to where her vines sprouted, and turned it in place. Wooden claws? That would hinder her paws, though. Hm. "I think I need to... branch out." She winked obviously to Obieth.

"The thorns kinda pick at my skin too, but I've gotten used to it." Pollen 'hm'd gently, still picking at the plants. "Not a lot of people really fought with them, as far as I saw? Like, they'd just use their teeth and claws. I guess they certainly would be surprised when a little garden knight rolled up and was like," she lifted her arm to flex with her absolute lack of muscle, "'hey, I'm gonna beat you in a fight,' and then she was right?" She chuckled, grinning. "I still really like that uh- title, I guess. Garden knight. ... or maybe groundsel guardian? I mean, I don't need a title, but." She rolled her shoulders in a shrug. "I'll workshop it."

Anyways. Brushing off the knees of her overalls, Pollen considered. She was a little hungry- but was it for fighting, or for food? Hm. "We could keep it as a tie, for now." She wanted a hotdog. "Do you wanna check with Nedies first, or just go straight to the stand? I could go for a hotdog." Standing straighter, Pollen placed her paws back in her pockets. "We'll have to find another way to spar to get a best out of three. Unless you want me to try and tie you up again. Or-- actually, I can try some new magic, and come back to you when we've both practiced up?" That sounded like a plan.

She couldn't rely on her vines all the time, but she could try and learn something new. Light? Multiple people she knew did light magic. She could learn that from them, or try her own thing- maybe try and figure out spells from the silver screen. Whatever method she'd use, she'd have to get herself ready for a serious fight, if she ever got in one one day. After all, she was the garden knight! Knights were ready for battle! ... at least, she assumed so.

Pollen Rose, the Garden (and miscellaneous magics) Knight didn't have as much a ring to it as it could have. Oh well, too bad, the original was still a cool title.

Pollen snorted in humor at Obieth's laugh. "Just, zoop," she added one arm swooping under the other as she gestured, into the void! "You'd still win the spar, though." She stuck out her tongue through her grin. "But, yeah, I guess it wouldn't be a good sparring move. It'd kinda be a boring fight, huh?" Her digits drummed on the inside of her pockets, her tail flowing from side to side.

She grinned harder at the reaction to her pun. It was an awful one. Good, but bad! "I'll have to keep that in mind," she spoke on the idea, considering. That would hurt. Even one eye would be good to hinder, if it was someone with two of them. Against an enemy with more? May be harder, but she could do something else for that.

"Maybe I can ask if Nedies wants anything in particular. I'm sure he could use the meat." She considered what she could do- lie in wait and make a rope to pick them up? A pit? Aethril suggested a pit to her before. Maybe there was a way that only she could make a trap, some kind of strangling plant that'd spring up when it got touched. She did consider her ability to grow plants good for camouflage, too. Something to practice, then? Yeah.

Pollen began to walk casually, heading for the Palace again. "A groundsel's a kind of plant! I've been trying to read a book and I thought it sounded nice. They're um- weeds, I think? There's a lot of different kinds." One hand extracted from its pocket and reached to her bandana, tugging at the end of it. "Garden Guardian is funky. I do still like Garden Knight."

The conversation continued on, and Pollen glanced back at Obieth's answer. "Okay!" She nodded once, dropping her paw. "I don't know anyone else with my magic yet- Miss Aethril said something about seeing an Overseer, but..." She waved her hand in a flippant gesture. "And Artio is... somewhere. There was that other one, Oliver..? I don't know where he lives, though. And, he doesn't seem like the kind of Gembound to hurt anyone on purpose." Pollen ran a digit across the edge of her jaw.

"Maybe I could grow poisons," she kept her eyes on Obieth, grinning back, "and get them to try Nedies's food. Or my own food. I'd feel kind of bad luring someone in, but, if they weren't a good person?" She clicked her tongue. "Fair game. ... not that I'd ever poison you or anyone I know or anything! I don't think I could do that, even if I was bad." She laughed softly, a little snort with her smile. "You're my friend. Even if I wasn't me, you'd still be my friend."