Lancer takes note of it's position, then sketches symbols over his body in a impromptu ritual to make his prana like the wind, omnipresent but unnoticed. The calligraphic script burns scarlet, then vanishes from sight as Lancer hides his presence from the other Servant, dismissing his weapon as he does so.
It takes only a moment after that to leap down, snag the plant and then a much longer moment to braid it properly through his hair. Then he grins widely and heads straight towards the party. Just a schoolgirl up to no good.
[00:12] <Moirai> Moirai : 4d3-8+3 work a spell to blend in with environmental prana, 3, 3, 3, 3 , Total: 7