It was light out when I woke up. I ached all over, as though I had gone a few rounds with another Komodo dragon. It wasn’t a poor comparison, actually. The morning glory flowers had been defending the Figs of Vigor, much like how the Komodo dragons probably had. A weak groan slipped from my lips, prompting a gasp from the person seated next to me.
I was lying on the ground, under the shade of a tree. My clothes felt damp, but they were no longer sticky with the green "blood" the flowers had bled. It was a blessing to be thankful for, since I was sure that I would have scratched my skin off to stop it from stinging and burning as though I had rolled around in poison ivy.
"You’re awake!" Yvonne cried, flinging her arms out before stopping herself, her arms hanging in midair for a brief mom
