Oh, it was a comparison of the plants to the people! She got it now! The way the woman wove her words around them was inspiring, she wondered if Iris could one day have such a speech as hers. The common tongue weaving through the ears of many, in understanding and storytelling, inspiring and guiding them to conclusions illusionary.
Iris had come to this land an open book of hopes and naivety. But her travels had been turned and twisted by a brute who had tried to use her. She had been enthralled by him until he no longer was interested. He had indeed looked grand and unforgettable, his appearance belied his actions.
"Zhen how does one... See zhrough zhe lying of zhese appearrrance?" Iris asked, her accent still heavy as she spoke up.