“My, my, Ivy.” Izara spoke through me. “Are you really going to cause such a ruckus after being asleep for so long?” my hand moved to where hers laid on my skin. I felt my fingernails dig into the back of her hand a bit before twisting it off me, and simultaneously, receding all the vines that were on Aryan, Taja, and myself. “Do you need to be reeducated?”
Ivy’s passive face exploded into a grin. Her first true expression since she crawled out of the tree. She didn’t seem to care that Izara could have been harming her. “Milady,” she spoke, breathily. “Oh, my apologies. This is not the form I am used to. How can I—”