Tara turned her head to face Esme, her dark hair catching slightly in the ivy vines as she listened to the other maiden.  Tara gave a small murmur of acknowledgement.  Esme seemed to be keeping her sense of humour at the least.  "I don't much about plants, but I know I never managed to get anything to grow this fast," Tara replies to the sorceress.  "I've heard that forest people live in trees like this..."<br/><br/>It seemed like as soon as she spoke, a soft female voice and then another were heard, from behind and above them.  Tara tried to crane her neck around, but of course she couldn't.  "Hello?" she called out tentatively, hoping to negotiate.<br/><br/>All of a sudden, she could feel a hand between her shoulder blades, slender fingers travelling down the length of her smooth back.  Tara could feel, even through her thin dress, than the hand was too slender to belong to a man.  Hopefully, she and Esme could reason with other females and appeal for sanctuary.<br/><br/>"We mean you know harm and didn't mean to disturb you..." Tara offered, trying to keep her voice calm and pleasant even as her blue eyes darted over, hoping Esme was alright.