Ivy smiles through the kiss and takes his hand, leading him over to a giant group of people, chatting as they eat and rest during the intermission between rushes. Their eyes snap to the red hair, and when they see the joined hands they clamor and surround the two, the two crowds swelling and ripping them apart. Ivy smiles from the middle and answers all of the questions to the best of her ability. Many ask Jacob about Ivy, and himself, gauging if he’s good enough for her.
Winter’s eyes glow golden and Bast crosses her arms. ”Well too bad. I wasn’t talking to you, mortal.” ‘Bast!’ ’Winter.’