<div class="floatleft">(http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/2671/ivymontague.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague</strong>, Bedroom #2 [Ashley, Imogene, Ivy & Sylria]<br/><br/>The other girls left the room first, leaving poor Imogene to ready herself quickly. "Don't be too long, my dearest," said Ivy to her friend. She kissed Imogene's cheek softly, and whispered, "Thank you. For not being sick. For coming." And then she slipped out of the portal with the other laughing and giggling young women. It was going to be a good day.<br/><br/>"Oh, we won't be too crazy," she murmured sweetly to Sylria. She was quite happy that the elven woman was lightening up; she had seemed very serious up 'til recently. Maybe it was Ivy and her best friends rubbing off on the foreign girl, but she was enjoying her company more now. "You know a lot about that stuff? Like, buildings and those kinds of," and here Ivy waved her hands in a confused expression of knowing, "things...and things?"<br/><br/>That's when Ashley challenged her. The two of them had a long history of banister racing. Even when poor Ivy had tumbled off the bottom of a railing once and hit her head quite badly, and after they had been forbidden to continue with their rail races, they still did it! "Auh!" she scoffed, the sound full of exasperation, "you better not cheat, you scullery maid!"<br/><br/>Lifting her skirts just a little bit, so that the garment wouldn't pull too much at her waist, Ivy hopped atop the railing. Her feet dangling on the inside of the stairwell and she shot Ashley and dark look, as if to say, 'you're so going down.' Her smile was wry.<br/><br/>"Ready? On three!" She turned to look at the elf, giggling. "Sylria, would you do the honors?" She waited for the elf to start the countdown, but the brat completely let go at the second count, and started to slide down the straight banister with increasing speed. "Oops," she said, with a guilty giggle, as Ivy slid away.