The Ivy Girl will teach you how to cling on, when all around you is falling into ruin. Tenacity, that's her gift, and the obligation of those who accept it. If you visit her in her places, and show her the correct respect, she might allow you to take a talismanic sprig to hold on to - and you must hold on to it. This is no token gesture, but a fetish of genuine virtue. When the wolves (or mongrels) are at the door, the sprig will keep you from falling apart. It will bind you to the here and now and screw your courage to the sticking-place, it will help you to hold on to your affairs, your wits, and your self. Wrap her around your money to hold on to that, too; she'll work as hard in your wallet as she would on a special shrine that you don't have room for.
What she holds, she binds; ivy is a great friend to lovers, even if she is under the dominion of Saturn. Weave her in with your hair and your lover's, or with your intertwined socks, or with whatever object links you can gracefully purloin. Ivy will bind you one to the other, hidden under the mattress or secreted at the back of the wardrobe. Take care; as anyone who has tried to pry her away from her chosen wall can tell you, once she binds she is nigh-on impossible to loose again. She can bind other things, too - a criminal can be bound from committing crime, a touch-and-go patient can be bound to life, if you have the skill. It doesn't matter what you bring her; ivy can bind it.
It does matter where you meet her. Since she grows so abundantly, you might meet her around every corner - but if you spot her snaking over the church wall or growing in a cemetery, avoid her. These domiciles render ivy's usually sanguine temperament sinister, heavy, ill-willed. Her clinging becomes a clutching, her binding becomes strangulation - and these qualities will follow her into any work in which you employ her. Unless the thing that you are binding is in itself an evil thing - a rapist, a bigot, a gang - leave her in sullen repose in these places.
Ivy enters into a relationship with the thing she climbs; if you live on the ground floor, or have a balcony, plant her and allow her to grow over your walls. She will cover them with a shield against ill-wishing and the malignant spells of maladjusted neighbourhood witches; they will run off her shiny, waterproof leaves like the rain. Watch her carefully - if the ivy clinging to your home withers, or is afflicted with blight, or at worst dies, then the omens are evil indeed and harsh times are ahead for you. Look to your wallet, your friends, your job, your family and your life - one or another of them may be in serious danger, and you must take steps to protect yourself. Plant more ivy.
Ivy is kind to the drunkard. Wear her in your lapel or behind your ear if you are heading out on the town; she may preserve you from the inevitable consequences of drink. Guerrilla-plant ivy outside the houses of difficult alcoholics, or give her as a gift.
There are a number of effective medicines to be manufactured from ivy, both her leaves and her berries; the resourceful witch or warlock of the Urb will seek out instruction in the safe internal use of herbs from one skilled in that science. If you grow her on your walls, or in your home, along with other virtuous plants, you will have a green pharmacy at your disposal that doesn't require a prescription or insurance - but, in the spirit of insurance, make sure your consult your physician before you consult the Ivy Girl in medical matters.
The Ivy Girl is a powerful diviner in the matter of the ties that bind. Ask her for ten leaves -silently ask it, and unseen! - and cast the tenth leaf aside where one street crosses another as an offering to whatever inscrutable Powers rule these matters. Retire to your bedroom and stuff the remaining nine leaves into your sock, which you should then place under your pillow. Having kept your silence all the way home, now utter the charm:
"Nine ivy leaves I place under my head, to dream of the living and not of the dead. If ere I be married or wed unto thee, To dream of her tonight, and her for to see, The colour of her hair, and the clothes that she wears, and the day she’ll be wedded to me."
The operator of the dreaming-spell should change the gender as appropriate. The Ivy Girl isn't prejudiced, and it may be hoped that she will respond to the supplication and reveal your future spouse in a true dream.
Perhaps you'll meet her, the Ivy Girl, in one of her forms. Sometimes she leaves her vegetable form behind for a while and walks the pavements and parks as a street child, with hard green eyes and lean, leathery limbs. If she befriends you, she will be fiercely loyal, and you will have a powerful ally; but not all are so favoured. The Ivy Girl is old and tough, no matter her apparent youth, and she's no fool either, so don't try anything. What she offers must be paid for in the coin of committed friendship and clannishness. You will be responsible to her, if she helps you, and she to you. That's how we survive in the Urb, we bind ourselves one to the other, by ivy garlands of mutual obligation and reliance. Give ivy sprigs to your friends; you need them in the Urb. The Ivy Girl will show you how, if you let her.