Tara slowly woke from her night of sleep, feeling a bit sore.  She wasn't used to sleeping on the ground and would have preferred a nice soft featherbed.  She was also fairly itchy.  Tara blinked the sleep out of her dark blue eyes, hoping that insects hadn't been biting her as she had slept.<br/><br/>When she finally came fully awake, she discovered the situation was far worse than mere insects.  Green tendrils of ivy had sprouted, seemingly out of nowhere, and had twined around her svelte body as she had dreamed, wrapping her in  a leafy cocoon.  Though the ivy wasn't actually painful, her recent brush with captivity had left her with a loathing of anything that kept her restrained.<br/><br/>After taking a few long breathes to still her racing heart, Tara leaned over to softly call to the other escaped maiden.  "Esme, are you awake?" she called over.  Hopefully, the other woman wasn't bound as Tara was.<br/><br/>Then, Tara began squirming, seeing if she could lose herself and slip out of the mass of ivy.  Or at least grab the sword she had captured, and maybe use it to cut her way loose.