Esme could sense the change of time for on a farm she had lived, and she had rose early for many years; the roaster ensured it, but even now, her body bade her to wake. An innate sense tingled in her mind that dawn was near. Only then did Esme hear Tara's words, and upon opening her eyes, the brightness of the world was greeted through twining ivy that wove over her body, and neatly swaddled her.  The green leafy vines blanketed her, clung to her dress and roamed over her supple limbs to curl about them, confine them and barely could Esme shift or move.<br/><br/>“Mmmhmm?” A delicate purr of a noise escaped  Esme's lips as she watched a ladybird crawl over the ivy in a nonsensical direction.  “I am awake, but I seem to be a bit delicately bound in a vine.” Esme whispered, her voice hoarse from sleep, and she yawned. She wiggled, and managed to turn her head some and she managed to peer at the other maiden.  “So not only is the ground lumpy and uncomfortable, but I believe ivy should not grown so much in one evening. Rather peculiar, do you not think?” Esme asked and tried to shift and move her body more so to loosen the hold the plant life had upon her.