<div class="floatleft">(http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/2671/ivymontague.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague</strong>, Bedroom #2 [Ashley, Imogene, Ivy, Bella & Sylria]<br/><br/>"Well, if there's nothing wrong, and you're not really-death-ill, then come on, Imogene!" She pushed at the lump in the bed repeatedly, shaking Imogene. "Get up! Get up! Ashley is already ready and Sylria is getting dressed as we," and here Ivy's words trailed off.<br/><br/>Her eyes gazed on Sylria's body in the brief moments she was completely uncovered, first when she got out of the bath and again when she slipped into her dress. "And she's an elf," she whispered, leaning close to the bed. "Her body is all awkward, and thinner than most girls I've seen before. I wonder if...do umm, elves...are they exactly like normal people, or are they different?" Her voice was very low and conspiratorial. It's likely that only Imogene could hear her words, but even speaking them in a quiet voice made Ivy feel self-conscious.<br/><br/>"Come on," she said again. "Even my new elven relative is ready, so hurry up, slowpoke!"